In the days to come, flowers will wither and fade,
Their beauty lost, their fragrance decayed.
But letters, oh letters, they hold memories true,
Of moments and scenes, of people we knew.
The ink may fade, but the words will remain,
A testament to love, to joy, to pain.
The scent of that moment, the expressions we wore,
All captured in letters, forevermore.
Flowers may dry, and look like a dead roach,
But letters are timeless, like a butterfly's approach.
They flutter and dance, with stories to tell,
Of love and of life, of heaven and hell.
So keep your letters close, and cherish them well,
For they are the stories that only you can tell.
And when the flowers are gone, and memories fade,
Your letters will remain, like a sweet serenade.
YOU ARE READING
_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
