When Flowers Die

Photo by N.S. Property of this blog

Soon enough the flowers die, each petal falls and dries,

Their magnificent fragance intensifies until it fades.

But, our desire is still here: the love, the joy, the care.

It doesn't really matter how long the flowers live,

They mean more than their own lives.

They were, are and will always be,
 The materialization of our fragile feelings.