In the gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
Memories dance with the whispering breeze,
Shadows of laughter from days long gone,
Paint the skies with a forgotten dawn.

Footsteps trace the paths once tread,
In echoes of joy that time has shed,
The scent of rain on sunlit streets,
Calls to hearts where nostalgia meets.

Golden moments, like stars, they gleam,
In the tapestry of a cherished dream,
Faces and voices, a timeless song,
In the heart’s chamber, they belong.

As twilight whispers secrets old,
The soul embraces stories told,
In the embrace of night, soft and wide,
Nostalgia’s gentle waves abide.