In the quiet chambers of my mind,
Echoes of yesterday softly tread,
Memories like gentle whispers find,
A tapestry of moments, carefully spread.
Through misty corridors of the past,
Laughter and tears entwined in dance,
Each fleeting moment forever cast,
In the heart’s tender, endless expanse.
The golden hues of sunset’s grace,
Paint shadows long across my soul,
In every smile, in every embrace,
Fragments of time make the whole.
Yet as the night draws its velvet veil,
I cherish the whispers that softly ring,
For in remembering, I sail,
On the wings of time’s gentle swing.