The whispers are absorbed by the wind's embrace,

Memories fade without a trace.

Like rivers carrying fantasy astray,

The current of time sweeps them away.

Footprints were washed away from sandy shores,

Echoes silenced, close doors.

In the downpour's unrelenting might,

Yesterdays disappear into the night.

Allow the torrent to cleanse the past,

Washing away what can't last.

The river's ever-flowing stream,

New beginnings are born from old dreams.