Faded beauty with lasted memory!
He asked!
They live forever in between my books…
I replied adding…
Fresh rose,
Cherished for it's beauty;
Dead rose,
Is beyond the beauty.
Fresh rose,
Smells so sweet;
Dead rose,
Smells of 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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