In corners of my mind they dwell,
These fragments of a story's tell.
Like photographs in sepia tone,
They whisper of a time I've known.

Each memory a precious thread,
Weaving tales of tears I've shed.
And in their echo, soft and clear,
I find the past is always near.

The laughter of forgotten days,
Still dances through the morning haze.
While faces from a distant time
Return to me in gentle rhyme.

Though years may pass and seasons change,
These memories will rearrange
Themselves like stars across the night,
Forever burning, ever bright.