Echoes

In the quiet corners of memory,
Where shadows dance with whispers,
Nostalgia unfurls its tender tendrils,
Winding through the corridors of time.
It's the scent of rain on the pavement,
The taste of summer fruits on eager tongues,
Echoes of laughter on warm summer nights,
And the warmth of a hand-held long ago.
Each fragment a relic of moments past,
Like old photographs etched in the fabric of the soul,
A bittersweet longing.
In the quiet of the present,
Nostalgia casts its spell,
Whispers of dreams from yesterday,
Honouring the beauty of what once was.