Like a fading photograph,
the echoes of laughter linger
in the corridors of an empty house.
Was it you who danced there
beneath the shafts of golden light
that filtered through dusty panes?
Forgotten Paths
There’s a bench
at the edge of the lake
where time ceases to flow
as the water mirrors the sky.
Do you remember the clouds
that sailed above us
like galleons of dreams?
Silent Moments
The twilight has a scent
of jasmine and old books,
wrapping itself around
the stories we left untold.
Did we dare to whisper
our secrets to the stars
in those tender midnight hours?
Shadows of Time