In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where whispers of time softly tread,
Memories bloom like gentle vines,
Painting stories of days now fled.
The laughter echoes through the years,
A melody of forgotten dreams,
Carried by the river of tears,
Flowing through life’s uncertain streams.
Faces fade into the misty past,
Yet their essence lingers on,
A tapestry of moments cast,
In the light of the breaking dawn.
As the shadows deepen and grow,
I hold these fragments close and dear,
For in them, the heart learns to know,
The beauty of what we once held near.