The Past

In the quiet corners of the day,

Where shadows stretch and softly play,

The echoes of the past take flight,

Like whispers in the fading light.

A world of dreams, of childhood grace,

Still lingers in this time and space.

With colors bright, yet softened now,

Like memories we can't disavow.

Innocence, a fading star,

A distant glow, yet never far

,It beckons softly, like a prayer,

In every breeze, in every stare.

The world may change, the years may pass,

But echoes of the past will last—

A gentle song, a sweet refrain,

That calls us back, again, again.