It’s Never Just A Flower, Is It?
Wilted flower in a vase,
Alone, on a windowsill.
Once fresh and full of life,
Now faded, wilting still.
Petals once vibrant and bright,
Now turning to brown decay.
A reminder of days passed,
The flower wilting day by day.
A silent reminder of time gone by,
The flower's beauty slowly slipping...
Alone, on a windowsill.
Once fresh and full of life,
Now faded, wilting still.
Petals once vibrant and bright,
Now turning to brown decay.
A reminder of days passed,
The flower wilting day by day.
A silent reminder of time gone by,
The flower's beauty slowly slipping...