#MemoryGarden


In a garden where time softly weaves,
Memories bloom beneath rustling leaves.
Each petal a moment, tender and true,
Stories of yesterdays bathed in the dew.

Roses of childhood, bright and fair,
Whisper of laughter that danced in the air.
Lilies of sorrow, their fragrance a sigh,
Echoes of tears from days gone by.

Vines of remembrance climb every tree,
Weaving a tapestry of what used...