I’ll keep my beauty alive,
In these dried discolored petals,
And memories of exchange-
Love, death, celebration,
Which became a part of me,
As I adorned those spaces,
In garlands and wreaths,
On walls and vases,
On dinner tables and hair buns,
And places where I got unnoticed,
Yet completed a picture perfect.
As I reminisce those moments,
And accept my fate,
I sing in a melancholic tone,
A farewell song to myself,
Before I crumble and disintegrate,
Into countless tiny particles,
And merge forever,
In this vast existence.
rose: voice: life
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Here, on this earth, as a human, in search of the divine.
Deciphering life's purpose through the master's design.
Which in itself in an unsolved labyrinthine.
Unraveling the right path, through an incidental hint, or a situational sign.
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