In the quiet dance of autumn leaves,
Memories whisper in the silent breeze.
Lost days find their gentle release,
As time weaves its endless tapestry.
The laughter echoes in the twilight glow,
Fragments of stories we used to know.
Each moment captured in a fleeting show,
A tender reminder of where we go.
In shadows cast by the setting sun,
Dreams of yesterday softly run.
In the heart’s chamber, they’re never done,
A gentle hum beneath the moon.
As stars light paths we cannot see,
We hold on to what used to be.
In the quiet, they set us free,
Whispering love through memory.