#1761-Silent tears
27/05/2022
Sometimes,
When rose petals fall,
They cry.
Often,
There’s no one around,
To care or wonder why.
There were times,
I too felt like that.
In my own shell,
Looking at a world,
Indifferently walking by.
But that was long ago,
When ideals and youths,
Danced late into the night.
Those tears have now dried,
Transformed into memories,
That quietly rewind,
When I stop and listen,
To falling rose petals,
As they cry.
