In the quiet corners of my mind,
Old friends gather like autumn leaves,
Whispering tales of laughter shared,
In the gentle breeze of yesteryears.

The sunlit days of endless youth,
Dance in our hearts like fleeting dreams,
Moments captured in faded photographs,
As time weaves its delicate tapestry.

Through the echoes of our joyous past,
We find solace in the bonds we forged,
Silent promises of eternal kinship,
Held tight in the folds of memory.

Though paths may diverge and years may pass,
In the heart’s quiet chamber, they remain,
Old friends, like stars in the night,
Guiding us through the shadows of time.