Crimson Tears

The scent of lost love,
Dull roses and thorns remain,
Dreams float on the wind.

Anthony Thomas

In a garden of memories, red roses stand silent witness to a lost love. Their beauty, once a source of joy, now stirs bittersweet feelings. Each crimson petal carries the weight of a love that unfolded and withered, leaving behind a garden of faded colour and thorns that now prick at the edges of my heart. In their fragrance lingers the ghost of shared dreams. Amidst the sorrow, these roses become a sanctuary and a painful memory that some loves, like petals in the wind, are meant to drift away.

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