PAST

In the realm of memories, I cast my gaze, To a tapestry of moments, in a bygone haze. The past, a treasure trove, where echoes reside, A mosaic of emotions, on a nostalgic tide.

In sepia-toned dreams, I find solace and sigh, As the whispers of yesterday softly pass by. Faces and places etched in the sands of time, The past, a fragile dance, in a rhythm sublime.

A symphony of laughter, resounding so clear, Chasing childhood echoes, forever held dear. The playgrounds of innocence, where we used to roam, With hearts unburdened, a sanctuary called home.

Through the corridors of youth, I wander with grace, Seeking fragments of wisdom, woven in each space. Mistakes and triumphs, life's intricate designs, The past, a compass guiding, where destiny aligns.

But amidst the fondness, shadows also dwell, Regrets and sorrows, stories we cannot dispel. Lessons learned in darkness, shaping who we've become, The past, a tapestry of growth, where battles were won.

Oh, bittersweet symphony of moments gone by, Each thread of the past, a part of you and I. For in embracing yesterday's dance with grace, We find strength to move forward, in life's endless chase.

So let us cherish memories, both joyous and blue, For the past, a kaleidoscope, painting life anew. In its tender embrace, we find solace and release, The past, a timeless companion, offering us peace.