Rose

A poem

Photo by Katie Goertzen on Unsplash

I still have your subtle red Rose
You gave me the day we anticipated
the sky was looking more clearer then
Clouds were playing with utmost fervor
Air seemed to be a way more soothing
People tended to appear really delighted
In short, everything was applauding for us
Something now has changed, but the rose
It’s still there in my book, kept on the shelf
Resembling our love bond: dried and pale
So is the universe occurs to me, colorless.