Past Never Seemed Beautiful Than Ever ....

In the whispers of time's vast expanse,

Lies a tapestry woven with memories past,

Where shadows of yesteryears dance,

And echoes of moments forever last.

The past, a realm of dreams once lived,

A mosaic of joys, sorrows, and tears,

Where every heartbeat, every sigh, is sieved,

In the sands of time, through the years.

Golden days like sun-kissed morns,

Silver nights where stars did gleam,

Moments of laughter, moments forlorn,

All woven into the fabric of a dream.

Yet, the past is but a fleeting shadow,

A chapter written in life's grand tale,

A river that continues to ebb and flow,

A journey where memories set sail.

For though we may dwell in its embrace,

We must remember to look ahead,

For the future awaits with its own grace,

A canvas yet to be painted, a story yet unread.

So, cherish the past, but do not remain,

For life's true essence lies in the now,

Embrace each moment, break every chain,

And let your heart find its own sacred vow.

For in the dance of time, as moments fly,

The past becomes a beacon, a guiding light,

A reminder of lessons learned, of how to try,

As we journey forward, shining ever bright.