In the quiet corners of my mind,
Echoes of laughter and tears entwine,
Ghosts of days gone by, so kind,
Paint a portrait of a time divine.

The scent of rain on summer days,
Soft whispers in the twilight haze,
Memories, like a gentle maze,
Lead me through forgotten ways.

Each moment, a golden thread,
Woven into the tapestry of the past,
In dreams, those times are never dead,
They linger, though they flew so fast.

In the heart’s chamber, they reside,
A timeless dance, a never-fading light,
Memories, our constant guide,
Through the darkest night.