A piece of tale Those artificial flowers ; lament in pain , they fill the aesthetics , but in vain ; fail to spread aroma , fragrances , the glory with presence , fades ; day by day , guest for a while . One day they are thrown out , they are recycled , no memoir , They are , their own praiser ; no decay , no fear of being hurt ! They are lovely , though filled with dirt .. They're spared , they're untouched ; only people consume the beauty , They're willing to serve those eyes ! at night they whisper , hiding doom ; Silently ; hiding desires ; silently they bloom .. A piece of tale .. #poetrybyeva #QSstitchonpic1569 #yqbaba #quotestitchers #yqquotestitchers #musingtime #YourQuoteAndMine #yqdada Collaborating with Quote Stitchers