Read the following excerpt from a poem:
"The echoes of past whispers linger yet,
Imprinted softly on the fabric of thought;
In corners of memory where shadows are set,
Truth dances lightly, unknowingly sought.
In silence we linger, as time weaves the thread,
A tapestry woven with laughter and tears;
Each moment a color, a word left unsaid,
Bringing together our hopes and our fears.