Sepia

In sepia‑toned memories, the world sighs,
A quiet hush of yesterday’s light,
Where faces smile in muted golds and browns,
And time seems to linger, soft as old parchment.

Each frame a whisper, a faded embrace,
Holding the warmth of lives once lived,
In colourless hues we find our tale,
A gentle echo, forever endeared.