In the gentle caress of autumn’s breeze,
I find whispers of the days long gone,
Where laughter danced on sunlit fields,
And dreams were woven under the starlit sky.

The echoes of childhood’s innocent play,
Resonate in the corridors of my mind,
As I walk along these familiar paths,
Where time has etched its tender marks.

The scent of rain on dusty roads,
Brings back the warmth of hearth and home,
A symphony of memories, soft and sweet,
Singing the songs of yesteryears.

In the twilight of nostalgia’s embrace,
I cherish the fragments of a life once lived,
Holding close the stories of my past,
As they guide me gently into tomorrow.