My Friend, Rose ...

Tuesday, February 09, 2016 Heba Moeen 1 Comments

I became friends with a rose,
not realising it won't last long.

Inspired by its beauty, I wrote poetry and prose,
that the humming bird composed into a merry song ...

It finally withered, leaving me with a shattered heart,
but left behind fragrant memories to cherish in all seasons.

I preserved each drying petal,
as a souvenir of the short lived friendship.

I am now a different person,
for a part of me aches for the loss and loneliness.

I look forward to blooming flowers and the rising sun,
anticipating the reflection of my lost friend, Rose ...

Yet a part of me is glad for the sweet memories of a soul completely irreplaceable ...

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