In corridors lined with quiet shadows,
Where whispers of forgotten dreams linger
Like ghostly echoes in the twilight,
Long I wander, tracing paths in dust.
The doors stand tall in silent majesty,
Cloaked in secrets, stories untold,
Each a realm of memories caught
Between the folds of time's gentle hand.
Please, step through where no one meets,
A journey's pause where heartbeats echo,
Listen deeply to the sighs of past.
The corridors remember you.