eva's loss

"A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring."

"Which is loveliest in a rose?

Its coy beauty when it's budding,

or its splendour when it blows?"

Dearest,

Today, the roses didn't bloom in the grey city, instead they whispered your untimely demise. Numb yet aware, I managed to comprehend. So, I silently turned to the most graceful one and asked, ‘before indulging myself into taciturnity, please tell me where to send my moans ?’ I've promised you my grieving, no' ! So, if I keep to my side of the bargain, will you promise me to scroll your gorgeous scented buds open into large, deep colorful blooms with the most perfect, flawless curves ? Will you promise to explore your new world, vividly though ?

Don't try to make any difference, just move forward.
Fair enough ?