In the quiet corners of my mind,
Echoes of laughter softly unwind.
Through shadowed halls where dreams reside,
Memories dance, as tides abide.

The scent of rain on summer’s breath,
Whispers stories of love and death.
Fading photographs hold tight,
To moments lost in the night.

Beneath the stars, where wishes fly,
I trace the constellations high.
In the silence, I hear the song,
Of days gone by, where I belong.

With every dawn, a gentle sigh,
Reminders of the times gone by.
In the heart’s quiet, tender embrace,
Lives the essence of each precious trace.