There're a tons of roses in Rose's garden, and there...
There she was.
She had withered fully
and yet she's still attached in the branch.
Most of them were picked and put in a bouquet or vase. Maybe..
But she is there.
She once been like them.
Epitome of beauty.
But not a chance,
she was picked.
Time of youth has quickly vanished.
and death is soon coming.
There is no way a withered rose can be picked and put in a flower vase.
it must be thrown in a trash can or let the earth bury its dirt.
But a man with a unique heart find her dear
And put her between the pages of his old book and kept it in a box .
Though she was there... hidden.
she knew, she was now a treasure.
or at least she felt,
someone, a very special one
made her felt valued even before she totally died.
"She is never to be oblivion forever. She is there. I was there. I found her."
[Like a short story..]
10.16.15 AudreyB.
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