Nostalgia

Golden frames on faded walls,
Dusty lace where sunlight falls.
Every sigh the silence keeps,
Wakes a dream that softly sleeps.

Whispers of yesterday float in the air,
Echoes of laughter that once lived there.
Eyes that still search for a moment gone,
Holding to love, though the time moves on.

Old piano, keys worn thin,
Plays a song once held within.
Footsteps in the evening rain,
Calling out a silent name.

No need to cry, no need to speak,
The soul remembers when words grow weak.
A gentle smile, a warm embrace,
Still lives in every quiet place.

Whispers of yesterday, soft and slow,
Glow in the corners of all we know.
If love was real, it never fades,
It walks beside us through all decades.

And though the winds of time may blow,
The heart will always know...
Where echoes live, where shadows stay —
In the quiet arms of yesterday.

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You can listen to the song via the link:
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/i7CNsKyDL_eNPw