Forget the storms that came before,
Yet keep the echoes at your core.
Release the pain, let sorrows part,
But guard the lessons in your heart.
All we change as seasons flow,
Yet past reflections help us grow.
Though sadness came and shadows played,
The memories formed will never fade.
They shape the soul, they light the way,
They make us who we are today.
So let the past drift like a song,
But hold its wisdom, deep and strong.
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