In the quiet corners of my mind,
Memories linger like faded glass,
Fractured, yet holding fragments
Of moments once vivid, now softened.
They’re like old photographs,
Worn at the edges, sepia-toned,
Echoes of laughter and tears,
Captured within their fragile frames.
Each memory a whisper,
A delicate dance of light and shadow,
Resonating with the passage of time,
Yet eternally suspended in the past.
Some memories gleam brightly,
As if polished by nostalgia’s hand,
While others blur and distort,
Distanced by the haze of forgetting.
But even in their faded state,
They retain their power,
A testament to the life I’ve lived,
And the journey that brought me here.
So I hold them gently,
These memories like faded glass,
Treasures of a life well-lived,
Each one a piece of who I am.
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