STORY OF MY LIFE || POEM
A lonely rose has dried out,
In my slender vase.
I was about to throw it out.
then i reflected.......
It is still alive.
I replanted its seeds in the garden
i made tea of its dry leaves.
It is again circulating
In my body and in the cosmos.
Such is the story of MY life...
If you don't throw it out
Prematurely.
good lines... seems to be real :)
poem is short but lines are nice...
Nice
Short but on point. It isn't if it has not been thrown away of disgarded.
what?
It isn't dead if it has not been thrown away or disgarded. I apologise for the errors above