#InvisibleThreads
In the quiet folds of time's embrace,
Whispers of the past weave a tender lace.
Through the fabric of memory, shadows unfold,
Stories untold in the heart’s hidden hold.

Nostalgia lingers, a gentle sigh,
A soft pull to places where echoes lie.
In the murmur of leaves or the hum of the street,
Invisible threads tie our souls to the beat.

Between moments, where dreams intertwine,
We dance with the ghosts of what once...