In the quiet corners of my mind,
Memories like whispers softly chime,
Echoes of times long left behind,
In the endless corridors of time.

Faces and places, a vivid array,
Painting the past in hues so bright,
Each moment a star in the Milky Way,
Guiding me through the darkest night.

Laughter and tears, intertwined threads,
Weaving the tapestry of days gone by,
Each memory a story that gently spreads,
Across the sky where dreams can fly.

As seasons change and years unfold,
The heart holds dear what time can’t erase,
For in these memories, pure and bold,
Lies the essence of life’s embrace.