In the quiet of the night, memories unfold,
Soft whispers of the past, stories untold.
Shadows dance on the walls, a silent mime,
Echoes of yesteryears, whispers of time.

Faces of loved ones, moments long gone,
In the garden of memory, they are reborn.
Laughter and tears, joy intertwined,
In the heart’s album, forever enshrined.

The scent of old books, the rustle of leaves,
Each page a portal, a soul that believes.
Time may pass, but these treasures we find,
Are the threads of our lives, intricately lined.

As the stars illuminate the velvet sky,
We hold onto the past, not letting it fly.
For in these moments, we truly see,
The essence of who we are, in harmony.