• __khushi__ 6w

    The dry rose(of past memories)

    Stack within the book of past life
    a old dry rose
    Sleeps a sound sleep
    Just like sunken memories

    The same old rose
    Which ones when was young
    Was plucked with excitement
    Of teenage adrenaline
    Of that sweet little fear
    That pink little blush.

    That same old dry rose
    Is now sunken in the
    Books of past life
    Sleeps as soundly
    As that pink little blush
    Sleeps
    At corner of
    That young turned old heart
    Lost
    With passing loo of treacherous time

    ©__khushi__