In the quiet corners of my mind, memories softly tread,
Footprints of moments, both joyful and sad,
Echoes of laughter, shadowed by tears,
They paint the canvas of my yesteryears.

The scent of rain on the summer grass,
A time when innocence was meant to last,
Faces of friends, now distant and far,
Yet their presence glows like a guiding star.

Pages of old letters, yellowed with time,
Hold secrets of a heart, once sublime,
Whispers of love, promises untold,
In the fragments of memories, we find gold.

As the moonlight dances on the waves,
Memories linger like the ocean’s craves,
They weave a tapestry, rich and grand,
In the book of life, they forever stand.