In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Lie tales of days etched in gold;
Where shadows danced in harmony,
And secrets of the past unfold.

The cobblestones, worn by countless feet,
Hold stories of laughter and tears;
Every crack a testament to life,
Through the passage of years.

Amidst the ruins of yesteryears,
Echoes of joy and sorrow play;
A symphony of moments cherished,
In the heart’s timeless display.

As twilight paints the sky in hues,
Memories linger, softly spoken;
In the embrace of the old world’s charm,
A bond that remains unbroken.