In the quiet corners of my mind,
Echoes of yesteryears softly chime,
Whispers of laughter, shadows of tears,
Moments frozen in the sands of time.

Golden rays of forgotten dawns,
Painting memories with gentle hues,
The scent of blossoms long since gone,
A tapestry of old and new.

Footprints on the path of dreams,
Leading back to days of light,
Where innocence and wonder gleam,
In the soft embrace of night.

Through the corridors of time I tread,
With every heartbeat, a silent sigh,
For the days long past but never dead,
In my heart, they will never die.