Whispers of Nostalgia

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.