In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where echoes of yesterday linger,
I find the shadows softly whisper,
Of moments etched in time’s gentle hand.

The sunlit paths we once wandered,
With laughter dancing in the breeze,
Now cradle stories untold, unseen,
In the silent embrace of fading leaves.

Faces blurred by the mists of time,
Yet their warmth forever remains,
In the heart’s deep chambers they dwell,
As unbroken bonds across the years.

Oh, gentle echoes of the past,
Guide me through this endless sea,
Where the currents of memory flow,
And the soul finds solace in what was.