Gone With The wind

Gone with a wind

no remnants of  any kind

to hold us in bind 

 as they are  well behind.

No trace of them whatsoever

 forgotten forever 

 think of them never

then you become clever.

Flown by the storm

 they are without a form.

lie in the infinity calm 

inflict no harm.

Past is very far away 

no remorse be in the way.

go ahead in gay 

that be the path always.