In the quiet corners of my mind,Where memories softly weave,Whispers of time gently unwind,In the tapestry I believe.Faces of old friends drift by,In a dance of light and shade,Their laughter echoes in the sky,In the dreams that never fade.The scent of rain on sunlit grass,Brings the past a shade anew,Moments that seemed too fast to pass,Now linger in the morning dew.Yet as I walk this winding lane,With shadows long and dreams so vast,I find comfort in joy and pain,In the tender embrace of the past.