Rose Garden Funeral

Brownwidow,

    I'm convinced! U this planet we standing upon and also, the solar system and stars know and will soon tell u. Great piece u wrote! Elegant! 👁️🤜🤛👍💋🍑🎶🎶🌈👄💎🍹🥂🍻👅🍑🌷

This is a beautiful piece. Keep it flowing.

I have always had such a deep fondness for roses... they can be so many colors, but red and black are the most beautiful of all! Red because it is like blood, the very stuff of life itself, and black because it is like the night, like the void between the stars, in which all things are boundless and without end. From a beautiful garden to boundless depths, this poem reaches deep into the reader's soul... I know it did into mine. I remember this one year when my flowers died, and I cried so much! I kept willing them to live again, so I could see their beauty again... and then a miracle happened. My tears had fallen upon the petals and later that day... just before nighttime... the flowers came back to life, and it was like they had never withered. Before that, I was at that point in my life in such emotional turmoil that I had nearly wished to join my flowers in death! Though then, when they lived, it was like my own hopes had returned and seeing that miracle gave me a new zest for living. So, this poem reminds me of that time, which although sad and awful to remember reminds me that from darkness can bloom beauty anew sometimes. Fantastic stuff! :)