In the quiet chambers of our hearts,
Where the echoes of laughter softly reside,
Memories weave their delicate threads,
Binding the past to our present stride.
Like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze,
They flutter through the corridors of time,
Carrying whispers of forgotten dreams,
In the silent corners where they climb.
Each memory a brushstroke on life’s canvas,
Painting scenes of joy and bittersweet tears,
They tell tales of moments long cherished,
In the gallery of our yesteryears.
Yet, as shadows lengthen and fade away,
These memories linger in soft repose,
A gentle reminder of the paths once walked,
In the story only the heart truly knows.