In the garden of yesterday,
Memories bloom, wild and free,
Petals of laughter, thorns of dismay,
Each a fragment of what used to be.
Dawn-kissed dreams, dusk-torn sorrows,
Nestled in the crevices of my mind,
Wilt under the gaze of tomorrow's
Harsh light, leaving shadows behind.
Yet, in these shadows, beauty thrives,
For even in darkness, love remembers,
The past, a hive where nostalgia thrives,
Eternal, a flame that forever embers.