They were just ashes of dreams,
scattered by the winds of time.
Once ablaze with hope and light,
now reduced to ash and grime.
Yet amidst the dust and debris,
a spark of memory remains.
Of the dreams that once took flight,
before they were consumed by flames.
And so we cling to what was lost,
to what we hoped would come to pass.
But all that’s left are fading embers
and forgotten dreams of ash.
