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.
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