In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where time softly strolls,
Memories dance like autumn leaves,
Whispering stories untold.
Faces and places linger still,
In the gentle folds of thought,
Echoes of laughter, shadows of tears,
In the tapestry life has wrought.
The fragrance of a distant spring,
Hangs heavy in the air,
Reminding us of days gone by,
In moments we still dare to care.
Under the moonâs watchful gaze,
We wander through timeâs embrace,
Holding tightly to the threads,
Of love and dreams we chase.