In the shadows of yesterday’s dreams,
Where whispers fade and silence screams,
Lies the heart of forgotten themes,
Lost in the flow of endless streams.

The world moves on with hurried pace,
Erasing traces, leaving no trace,
Of memories that once embraced,
Now mere phantoms in empty space.

Faces blur and voices still,
As time imposes its iron will,
What once was vibrant, now lies still,
In the void that only time can fill.

Yet in the quiet, a faint refrain,
Of moments past, of joy and pain,
Echoes softly, like gentle rain,
Reminding us of what remains.