In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows of memories reside,
The whispers of yesterday unwind,
Like leaves on a gentle tide.

Faces and places long gone,
Dance in the twilight of dreams,
Their laughter a distant song,
Flowing through life’s streams.

Time, a silent river that flows,
Carries the echoes of days,
Where the heart silently knows,
The warmth of bygone rays.

In the tapestry of what was,
Threads of love and loss entwine,
Weaving stories without pause,
In the sands of time, divine.