Past is the shadow of
whispers of what has been
fading in the light
Moments like a breeze
softly brush against our hearts
echoes of the past
Ghosts of laughter cling
memories dance in the dusk
steps we left behind
Time, a river flows
carrying us down the road
past and present meet
In the quiet dusk
we hold what shaped us close
shadows tell our tale
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