In the quiet chambers of the mind they rest,
Memories woven, a tapestry of life's zest.
Like ethereal whispers from a distant star,
They guide us, define us, no matter how far.
Some shimmer like dew on a morning's grace,
Moments of laughter, a lover's embrace.
Others are shadows, with edges of pain,
Lessons of heartache, imprinted like a stain.
Memories are treasures, both bitter and sweet,
Moments we cherish, and those we'd repeat.
They're bridges to moments that time left behind,
A kaleidoscope of emotions entwined.
In the depths of our minds, they dance and they gleam,
A symphony of moments that make up our dream.
They're the threads of our story, the colors we weave,
A legacy of moments that in our hearts, cleave.
So hold onto them tightly, these fragments of time,
For they are the stars that eternally shine.
In the mosaic of life, they're the pieces that stay,
Guiding our steps as we journey each day.
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Taiwo, I enjoyed reading this. You managed to encompass the feelings of nostalgia really well in this poem. Thanks for igniting my memories, too.