All the memories start to decay.
As my frail mind pushes them away,
Away away away.
The memories will decay,
Did you wonder?
Why it all went away?
Why it all faded like the dust on a windy day?
Why all the memories withered away.
Like forlorn roses that were left,
Unattended to and uncared for,
Have you ever asked yourself?
Have you ever wondered?
I know my restless mind did.
YOU ARE READING
Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
