Old photographs lie silent,
Whispers caught in time's embrace.
Eyes that danced, now still,
In corners of dust and light.
Fingers trace the faded edges,
Touching smiles that never age.
A world captured in grayscale,
Moments, once vibrant, now sage.
They speak of days long past,
Of love that dared to last.
In their stillness, a story unfolds,
The warmth of memories, forever cold.