I used to look down on roses.
I suspected them of lacking some sort of mystery.
I might even well wrote a verse on how I despise it.
Ubiquitous roses, thus audacious Casablanca.
Yet people change,
after some series of trials and errors. People change.
They get to know themselves better. Likes and Dislikes.
Strengths and Weaknesses.
I do not have as many demands and judgments as years ago. The demands and judgments aged along with the palpables.
So with my vicious affair with roses.
I regularly get myself fresh cuts of Roses now. A beautiful gradation of white, soft pink, and peach. Musing the graceful petals, drifted in their delicate fragrance.
Flowers have a serious soothing effect to my mood. And though books give a good deal of distraction, they can be treacherous at times.
“Books feed you mind,
Bread feeds your body,
but Flowers feed you soul”