In the gentle glow of fading light,
Memories dance like shadows on the wall,
Echoes of laughter in the silent night,
A tapestry of moments we recall.

Through winding paths of days gone by,
The scent of rain on dusty streets,
Each whispering breeze a gentle sigh,
Revealing stories time discreetly keeps.

Amidst the rustle of autumn leaves,
Our footsteps trace the trails once known,
In every glance, the heart believes,
In dreams that time has overgrown.

Yet in the quiet of the fading day,
Nostalgia weaves its tender thread,
Binding hearts in its gentle sway,
In memories where our youth is shed.