In the whispering shadows of memory,
Fragments of laughter drift like autumn leaves,
Moments once vivid, now gentle and weary,
Lost in the echo of time’s quiet thieves.

A garden of thoughts where flowers once bloomed,
Fades into whispers, soft and subdued,
Faces and names in the twilight consumed,
Yet love remains in the heart’s solitude.

The dance of the past, a delicate thread,
Woven in dreams that silently weep,
A tapestry woven with words left unsaid,
In the silence where memories sleep.

Though the pages of life may turn and fray,
In the flicker of time’s tender embrace,
The soul holds the light that will never sway,
In the gentle glow of a timeless grace.