In the quiet corners of my mind,
Memories whisper like autumn leaves,
Dancing to the rhythm of time,
Carried by an unseen breeze.
Faces and voices, long gone yet near,
Paint the canvas of my heart,
In hues of laughter and silent tears,
A tapestry of moments that never part.
The scent of rain on warm summer streets,
And the sound of distant, fading songs,
Weave through the threads of my past,
Where every shadow to today belongs.
In this sanctuary of reflection,
I find solace in what was,
Embracing the echoes of yesteryears,
As time’s gentle hands pause.