In the quiet corners of my mind,
Memories dance like shadows in the sun,
Whispers of laughter, echoes of time,
In the gentle breeze, they softly run.
The scent of rain on ancient trees,
Casts a spell of forgotten dreams,
Where moments linger like autumn leaves,
Floating on the river of timeless streams.
Through the veil of distant years,
Faces emerge with stories untold,
In the silence, a heart’s gentle tears,
Embrace the warmth of memories old.
In the tapestry of life’s tender weave,
Threads of yesterday quietly shine,
A symphony of moments we believe,
In the sacred space where souls entwine.