A Door to Yesterday

Within the hollowed hallways,
Past the whispers of yesterday's dreams,
Lies a door unlatched by the echoing wind.

In its frame, the face of time grins,
Holding secrets of sunlit streets,
And forgotten echoes of laughter now mingled with mist.

Step softly, dear traveler,
For shadows dance in glee behind the knob,
Cradling memories in the tender weave of a childhood long past.