We were a beautiful bud just beginning to unfurl,
the days seemed long and stretched ahead of us.
Our hands would entwine like the vines beneath us
and we blossomed into brilliancy among the others.
Laughingly we ignored the dust that swirled around
but now I know the truth that must approach us
with an ever fastening pace as the days slip away now.
We will wilt away, you and me, as surely as all roses do
and all that is left of us will be nothing but dust.
1 comment:
"Our hands would entwine like the vines beneath us" ... "We will wilt away, you and me, as surely as all roses do"
Stunning and effortless use of plant metaphor/simile.
*hugs* The beauty of the rose is as much due to its ephemeral nature as its colour and scent. (That probably doesn't make you feel any better, but it's certainly tragically appealing in the poetic sense... XD)
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