Voice of a dying rose

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