In the quiet dance of autumn leaves, I find
Fragments of laughter, softly intertwined
With whispers of dreams that used to soar,
In the gentle embrace of days once more.

The moon casts shadows on familiar paths,
Where footsteps linger, echoing the past.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Stories of warmth in nights of old.

Beneath the stars, a symphony plays,
Notes of joy from forgotten days.
In every breeze, a gentle sigh,
A melody of time that never dies.

Through the mist of morning’s gentle rise,
Reflections dance in timeless skies.
Memories bloom in the heart’s embrace,
Eternal whispers in a fleeting space.