In the quiet hours of twilight’s grace,
I wander through the halls of distant days,
Where shadows of the past leave their trace,
And memories in soft whispers play.

The laughter of old friends fills the air,
Their voices like a long-forgotten song,
In every corner, stories linger there,
Of moments lost, yet beautifully prolonged.

The scent of summer rains and autumn leaves,
Transport me to the times we once knew,
A tapestry of dreams that never grieves,
For in my heart, they bloom anew.

Though time may fade the colors of our past,
Its essence lingers, ever strong and true,
For in my soul, these memories will last,
A treasure trove of love, forever blue.