Exhoes of the Past
The voices of our classmates echo,
Fading into shadows, they disappear.
Faces blur in twilight's gentle glow,
Memories linger, yet they’re not so clear.
In the silence, whispers softly play,
Ghosts of laughter dance upon the breeze.
Time moves on, night turns into day,
But in our hearts, those moments never cease.
Fading into shadows, they disappear.
Faces blur in twilight's gentle glow,
Memories linger, yet they’re not so clear.
In the silence, whispers softly play,
Ghosts of laughter dance upon the breeze.
Time moves on, night turns into day,
But in our hearts, those moments never cease.