withered roses

like withered roses
adorning my nightstand
I’m chasing memories
for a vanished scent.

When we cling to a memory, hoping to beautify our present, we cannot be fully in the present. Every moment brings a new awareness, there is no need to carry on the dead past. No matter how beautiful, a withered rose has no scent to share.

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