Roses are Red

Roses in any forms are beautiful,

Dried roses are just as fragrant as the fresh ones,

Same beautiful.

Beauty never fades- it transcends,

The freshness of the rose is pleasant so is the dried one’s,

The dried ones remind us of the golden days-

And, a form of beauty,

Beauty in the mighty decay,

Decayed beauty is something else,

It’s mature,

You wanna store it in the books….

Cherish it,

Honor it.

You wanna restore it and more,

Possess it like It’s forever yours.

Roses are scarlet red,

Even the dried petals will remind me of you!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian

Time Frame: 10.29 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.

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Racing Hearts

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Addiction

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Circles

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Farheen Akter Bhuian