In the hush of twilight's gentle glow,
Where memories like whispers flow,
Nostalgia, a bittersweet serenade,
Of moments past, in shadows laid.
A sepia-tinted reverie, we embrace,
Time's dance, a slow and tender grace,
Fingers tracing olden days,
In the amber light, our heart sways.
The scent of rain on dusty roads,
A childhood song that softly goads,
Nostalgia weaves its silken thread,
Through laughter shared and tears long shed.
Glimpses of a sun-kissed morn,
Of friendships made and love reborn,
In the echo of a distant laughter,
Nostalgia paints, a masterpiece ever after.
A worn-out book, its pages turned,
A fireplace where old letters burned,
The taste of honey on winter's tongue,
Nostalgia, where our hearts are young.
Each flicker of a candle's flame,
Carries with it a cherished name,
Of days when life was pure and free,
Nostalgia, a time-traveler's decree.
In the amber glow of fading light,
Nostalgia whispers through the night,
A lullaby of days long gone,
In every heart, its tune lives on.