`fragile legacy `

roses of times gone by —
preserved into after life
memories held dear

— a poet
April 1, 2025

Photography Credits © JNM 🇺🇸
`fragile legacy ` 2025
Source : ™a Mind's Eye

[THOUGHTS]

For me, dead roses hold a special significance, preserved into after life in a fragile, crumbling form, it tells
a story of life's love, of loss, of memories that clings to the bittersweet beauty that sorrow bestows.

The fragrance of a fresh rose  intoxicates our senses, but the scent of a dead rose is powerfully evocative with memories, transporting us to times gone by.

The softness of a fresh rose is undeniable, yet the delicate, brittle texture of a dead rose serves as a touching reminder of memories held dear.

Perhaps most profoundly, while a fresh rose is fleeting, its beauty lasting mere days, a dead rose endures forever, it's beauty lost, yet still it speaks, to depths within us, where heart and soul seek.

[INSPIRATION]

"A fresh Rose lives for days but a dead one, FOREVER."
— AK

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