Whispers of Forgotten Memories

In shadows where the twilight whispers low,
Lie echoes of a time that's drifted by.
Forgotten memories in night's soft glow,
Like phantoms sigh, but never truly die.

In every breath a hint of days long past,
When laughter filled the twilight's golden hue.
Yet fleeting as the autumn leaves amassed,
These moments weave the old with threads anew.

So let us walk through corridors of mind,
Where whispered echoes lead our steps again.
For in those shadows, fleeting as they wind,
Live whispers that transcend both joy and pain.

Embrace the dance of shadows in your soul,
For they, like light, complete the human whole.