In whispers of the ancient breeze,
Where tales of yore in silence weave,
The echoes of a time long past,
In every shadow, memories cast.
The gentle chime of distant bells,
A symphony in old stone halls,
Where wisdom lingers in the air,
And every corner holds a prayer.
Beneath the arch of ageless skies,
The dance of life in vintage guise,
With every step, a graceful waltz,
In classic rhythm, never false.
As twilight paints the world in gold,
A story in each breath unfolds,
Forever in this timeless trance,
The eternal dance of life’s romance.