Everlasting

Hath thou ever seen such beauty one must preserve it at all costs?
Hath thou ever felt a moment so pure and eerie that it's memory would trickle upon your mind untill death?
One cannot trap or enslave such moments to his will, but one could relive them, ever so faintly and evanescent.


The story of this rose is one that goes far back in time.
The rose itself has withered,
Spreading the perfume, oh!
Of death and obliteration,
Of necrosis and athanasia.

It's memory still lives,
Lingering  on paper
And in tears.


Click me, I will take you to the Rose.