In the quiet corners of my mind,
Linger whispers of yesteryears,
Echoes of laughter, shadows of tears,
A tapestry of moments, intricately entwined.
The sunsets painted in hues of gold,
Warmth of memories, never growing old,
Faces of loved ones, stories untold,
In every heartbeat, their essence I hold.
The scent of rain on summer grass,
Reminds me of times that swiftly pass,
In dreams, through time, I often trespass,
To touch the fragments, fragile as glass.
As twilight falls, and night descends,
I find solace in memories, my dearest friends,
A journey through time, that never ends,
In the book of life, where love transcends.