Somewhere in Time
The dry flower between the pages of my book was blooming the brightest somewhere in time, it stayed and remained in-between the pages and I get to smell its fragrance even today. The bright shade it had is taken away and given it a burnt brown tone, but seeing this dry flower I also witness its journey in this nature, the fact that it dried also says it stayed with its finest presence and lived its whole time with beauty. If something is destined to sustain on this planet for a longer period also means it will go weaker , lose its beauteous self. Not just flowers, everything. Have you ever got to witness an old lady of late 60s standing beside a photo of her 20s hung on the wall? I did, can you guess what my thoughts to this could be ? You can. All those wrinkles, grey hair, some scars, and weakness probably make a cluster of despondent thoughts initially, but look into the matter closely, those wrinkles also stand for all your laughter , those ...