And in that moment,
I realized,
that us humans,
are just like roses.
We are born beautiful,
we grow, and prosper,
but one day,
we all die.
Not just physically,
but the person inside of us
dies,
and we wither away
just like roses.
//d.f.
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Voices
PoetryVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*