In whispers of the morning light,
The shadows dance with gentle grace,
Echoes of moments now long past,
Reside within this silent space.
The winds of time, relentless flow,
Carve stories on the heart’s canvas,
Fading memories, softly aglow,
Weave tales of love and sweet solace.
Beneath the stars, in quiet thought,
I trace the paths we used to tread,
In every step, a lesson caught,
In silence, words remain unsaid.
Yet in this dance of time’s embrace,
The past remains a guiding star,
A tapestry of time and place,
Forever near, never too far.