In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Echoes of yesterday softly unwind.
Shadows dance where memories fade,
Painting dreams in a gentle cascade.
The whispers of time begin to blur,
As moments slip through fingers of air.
Like autumn leaves in a fleeting breeze,
Forgotten tales drift with ease.
A tapestry woven with threads of loss,
Unraveling secrets at a gentle cost.
Yet in the silence, new paths appear,
Where the heart learns to persevere.
In the art of forgetting, we find release,
Embracing the stillness, welcoming peace.
For in the letting go, we learn to be free,
And write new stories in the vast, open sea.