In the whisper of the morning breeze,
I hear the gentle echoes of yesterday,
Memories wrapped in golden light,
Dancing softly in the dawn’s embrace.
The laughter shared beneath the stars,
The silent moments of deep reflection,
All the joy and silent tears,
Imprinted on the heart’s tender canvas.
The seasons change, the years unfold,
Yet in my soul, they stay preserved,
These fragments of a time so dear,
Residing in the quiet corners of my mind.
With every step on this winding path,
I carry them, a cherished trove,
For in remembering, we find our way,
Through the labyrinth of life’s gentle sway.