In the mosaic of past, a symphony of memories,
Each shard tells a story, of love and miseries.
Colors of joy and hues of pain, entwined so beautifully,
A patchwork of life’s canvas, a tale spun artfully.
fragments of laughter and tears, embedded in time,
Each piece holds a fragment, of a moment so sublime.
With every cracked piece, a lesson to be learned,
The mosaic of past, a treasure to be discerned.
Through shattered glass, reflections of the past unfold,
A kaleidoscope of experiences, patterns untold.
Each fragment a mirror, of the journey we traversed,
The mosaic of past, where every image is immersed.
The broken pieces, a reminder of trials and grace,
A portrayal of endurance, etched on every trace.
In the mosaic of past, we find strength and resolve,
As every shattered piece, a lesson to absolve.
A masterpiece crafted, from moments both bleak and bright,
The mosaic of past, a gallery of life’s delight.
A reflection of the self, in fragments so diverse,
Each piece a testament, of experiences to immerse.