In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
Whispers of the past gently flow.
Time’s tapestry woven with care,
Stories and moments we all share.
Beneath the stars, old songs resound,
Familiar paths on which we’re bound.
Echoes of laughter, tears, and dreams,
Flow like rivers in moonlit streams.
Faces and places, etched in time,
A symphony of life’s gentle rhyme.
The heart remembers, never forgets,
Every joy and every regret.
As shadows dance on memory’s wall,
We hold the past, embrace it all.
For in each moment, both near and far,
Lies the essence of who we truly are.