In the quiet whispers of the past,
Echoes of moments long gone last.
Shadows dance in the mind’s embrace,
Time’s gentle touch, a soft, warm trace.

The laughter, the tears, all intertwined,
In the tapestry of life, they are defined.
Faces and places that now seem far,
Like distant lights from a fading star.

We walk through corridors of yore,
With every step, we long for more.
Each memory a cherished gem,
Polished by time, a precious diadem.

Though the present may call us anew,
The past’s embrace is a constant view.
In its depths, we find our song,
A melody of where we once belonged.