Life is uncertain and subject to ups and downs, blossoming like the rose, only to wilt shortly thereafter. While reaping the fruits of our efforts in life, we must also contemplate life’s ebb and flow and resign ourselves to the inevitable.
I see a rose,
gradually wilting.
It was the other day
when I saw it blooming.
Its petals now scattered,
its fragrance lost
to eternity,
causing me to contemplate
that youth and age
Can only be lost in time,
Leaving a trail of
their fragrance forever
In the realm of memory.
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