In the garden of forgotten dreams,
Where echoes of laughter still reside,
Time gently weaves its silent seams,
Binding moments that never died.

Shadows dance beneath the moon’s soft glow,
Every breeze a tender, whispered sigh,
Pages of the past in gentle flow,
As stars recount stories from the sky.

Faces of loved ones, forever near,
In the corridors of our hearts they stay,
Memories painted with joy and tear,
A timeless gallery on display.

As morning light kisses the dawn,
We cherish echoes of days gone by,
Holding each memory like a precious song,
In the tapestry of life, woven high.