In the quiet chambers of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows dance with the morning beams,
Echoes of laughter whisper through the air,
Remnants of memories that time couldn’t spare.
Pages of life turn with the gentle breeze,
Each moment etched like leaves on autumn trees,
The past a tapestry woven with care,
Holding stories of love and moments rare.
Footprints linger on paths once traveled,
In the sands of time now gently unraveled,
The heart remembers what the eyes can’t see,
In the depths of what used to be.
Though the past may fade like twilight’s hue,
It lives in whispers of the morning dew,
A gentle reminder of where we began,
In the timeless journey of woman and man.