Poetry
But A Memory Of A Rose

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Everything in this world was made to be lost, nothing was meant to last.
We cling to people and things like to a thread we think we can’t do without.
What we love the most we have to learn to let go. Only in freedom, true beauty is found.
It was never about form. The essence lay in the colour of the sensation you aroused in me.
Everything becomes a fading memory, except what is stored in our heart.
The secret of a rose lies in her scent, everlasting presence resisting oblivion.
Time will pass and everything will wither but a memory of a rose.
~ Iva






