There are moments we ache to turn back,
to wander into the shadows of yesterday
and gently rewrite the past.
But time, steadfast and unyielding,
guards its river,
flowing forward without pause.
So we stand on its banks,
holding our regrets like stones,
feeling their weight and wishing we could cast them back.
The Soft Whispers of Regret. Brno 2024.
Many thanks to: Emma @emmi_w38
