In the quiet corners of my mind,
I find pieces of days gone by,
Memories like faded photographs,
Whispering tales of yesteryear’s sky.
The laughter of a thousand suns,
Echoes through the corridors of time,
Reminding me of moments shared,
In a world that now seems sublime.
Faces blurred yet still so clear,
In dreams, they come to dance,
Weaving stories of love and loss,
In the heart’s eternal trance.
Though the past is but a shadow,
Its light forever lingers near,
Guiding me with gentle hands,
Through the pathways of yesteryear.