Dead Flowers – Day 174, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Wears and tears,
Crackles of beauty and experience my eyes and eardrums marvel at and jump to.
Vibrations sparking memories of old allowing me to feel new as I’m reminded of Father Time,
Passing by,
As each petal withers in a way we never can.
More glamorous than ever,
Regardless of the shimmering pain glowing into our pupils.
Pupils hungry for the kind of shine only a rose can radiate.
Only blue tulips can gleam.
Only trees showered by everlasting rain can twinkle below a night sky as,
Tranquil as a dead flower…