In the quiet corridors of memory’s fading light, Where whispers of time gently take flight, A tapestry woven with threads…
In the gentle folds of time’s embrace, Memories dance like autumn leaves; Faded whispers, a soft, silent trace, Of moments…
In the quiet corridors of the mind, Where whispers of yesteryears reside, A gentle fade begins to unwind, As memories…
Whispers of the past, now shadows on the wall, Faces once familiar, now strangers in the hall. Memories drift away…
In the garden of memories, shadows softly creep, Faces blur and names escape, a silent, endless weep. The laughter echoes…
In the quiet moments, thoughts slip away, Like whispers of wind on a cloudy day. Faces once familiar, now shadows…
In the quiet corridors of a fading mind, Memories, like whispers, are hard to find. Faces and places blur and…
In the quiet corridors of a fading mind, Memories drift like autumn leaves, Faces once familiar, now lost in the…