In the whispering echoes of yesteryears,
Memories dance like fleeting shadows,
Through the corridors of time they wander,
Leaving traces in the heart’s tender hollow.

In the garden of forgotten moments,
Petals of joy and sorrow intertwine,
The fragrance of laughter, a distant scent,
Lingering softly in the twilight’s shine.

Shadows of time’s embrace surround,
Painting stories on the walls of night,
Each memory a brushstroke profound,
Illuminating the soul with gentle light.

Remnants of a distant past remain,
In the quiet corners of our minds,
A tapestry of love, joy, and pain,
Woven with threads that memory binds.