In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where echoes of laughter softly play,
Memories wrapped in gentle time,
Dance in the light of yesterday.

Through the corridors of forgotten dreams,
Familiar faces start to reappear,
Their voices like a distant stream,
Flowing through the heart, so clear.

Each shadowed whisper sings a song,
Of moments lost but never gone,
In the melody, I find where I belong,
A tapestry of time, beautifully drawn.

Yet, even as the years depart,
These echoes hold a tender grace,
For in the chambers of my heart,
Memories find their sacred place.