In the silent corridors of time,
Echoes of yesterday softly chime,
With whispers of forgotten dreams,
In gentle streams, past slowly gleams.

Memories dance like autumn leaves,
Carried on a breeze that grieves,
For moments lost, for days once bright,
Now hidden in the folds of night.

The shadows stretch across the land,
Holding hands with the sands,
Of time that slips through fingers tight,
A fading light, a distant sight.

Yet in the heart, a tender glow,
Of past’s embrace that we still know,
A tapestry of love and tears,
Woven through the years, conquering fears.