Faded beauty with lasted memory!

 

Why do you cherish the dead ones so much?
He asked!
They live forever in between my books…
I replied adding…




Fresh ones,
Cherished for it's beauty;
Dead rose,
Is beyond the beauty.

Fresh rose,
Smells so sweet;
Dead rose,
Smells for memories.
Fresh rose,
Gives the feel of softness;
Dead rose,
Gives the feel of the past.

Fresh one,
Bloom for days;
Dead one,
It forever stays.

Fresh one,
Remains with the rest;
But a dead one,
Is like a secret close to the chest.

To which he added,

Fresh rose,
Has petals so smooth,
And with a gentle touch
They soothe.
Dead rose,
Crinkled and dry
But holds the whispers
Of that last goodbye.

And then left….




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