Wilted
Roses
The roses have wilted
But I cannot throw them away.
Memories wrapped around the pathway. –
Who gave them to you?
What happened?
Why can’t you throw them away? –
They remind me of life.
Everything has a beginning and the end
Like the roses that wilted,
Sweet and sorrowful like life.
I just cannot throw them away.
There are memories on the pathway.
It takes the origins to recollection
In tranquility,
Overflow personal emotions
Of the life well-lived
When roses wilted.
Tomshinsky@2026
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