Don't be sad about this ending. I am nobody who will be lost in the sand of your memories, and you will forget to pray at my grave at the back of your mind where you forgot all the prayers you learned when you were a kid. @furqanahmed
On cosy evenings, the second the brain sniffs the petrichor, sometimes now and sometimes forever, memories drizzle down on my brain and revive your flowers.
They are beautiful; you should come and see them. See these beautiful bloody roses; their roots are deeply seeded in my heart, and it aches from head to heart as their thorns are sucking the blood of my branches.
If the rain stays, I will grow a flower out of every thorn for you. And, when you will arrive, I will open the heart and mind of my garden to let you walk leisurely in this lovely, painful garden I nurtured for you.
A flower on the top of the thorn. A flower on the top of the thorn. And, a thorn beneath the top flower. @furqanahmed
Finally, I was sober and calm, loving you silently, For what you were sent, I had already lost it to you. Sometimes silence is better than love, love that falls victim to words. Finally, I was patient when I had nothing left to lose. @furqanahmed ___________________________________________