Whispers linger in shadows vast,
Echoes of the past, a timeless cast.
Ghosts of moments, hauntingly near,
In the quiet, their voices clear.
Footsteps fade, yet memories stay,
A dance with shadows, in twilight\'s gray.
Faint laughter, like a distant chime,
Resonates through the corridors of time.
The tapestry of history woven in air,
Threads of stories, beyond compare.
Each echo a chapter, a tale untold,
In the heart\'s library, secrets unfold.
A symphony of yesterdays, softly played,
The past\'s melody, in silence swayed.
In the hush, history\'s canvas unfurls,
Echoes painting the tapestry of pearls.