Whispers of Memories
In the quiet corners of my mind,
Linger echoes of a time left behind.
Golden hues of a sunlit day,
Footprints on paths that fade away.
Laughter rings where shadows fall,
Filling the chambers of memory’s hall.
Faces soft with a tender glow,
Stories of love that still overflow.
The scent of rain on a summer breeze,
The rustle of leaves in autumn trees.
Moments fleeting, yet etched so deep,
Dreams awaken where they seem to sleep.
A melody hums, soft and low,
Carrying whispers of years ago.
The ache, the joy, the bittersweet song,
In the heart’s quiet hum, they all belong.
Though time may blur the vivid hue,
Memories shine, forever true.
A bridge to the past, a light to guide,
Through life’s vast seas, a steady tide.
Hold them gently, these treasures rare,
Fragments of life beyond compare.
For in each memory, bright or small,
Lies the essence of it all.
