In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where memories fade like whispers
On the edge of a distant breeze,
I find solace in forgetting’s gentle art.

Each moment slips through fingers,
A cascade of forgotten dreams,
Dancing in the shadows of yesterday,
Where the heart learns to let go.

Time weaves its intricate patterns,
Unraveling the threads of the past,
Leaving behind a tapestry
Of moments lost, yet beautifully serene.

In forgetting, I discover freedom,
A release from the chains of memory,
Embracing the present with open arms,
Where new stories begin to unfold.