"Dead Roses"

I cherish dead roses ensconced within the pages of my tomes... I believe the new blooms are adored for their elegance, yet the faded ones transcend mere beauty. A fresh rose enchants with its fragrance, while the withered one whispers tales of remembrance. A fresh rose caresses with its gentleness, but the dead one evokes the essence of what once was. A fresh rose lingers for fleeting days, yet a dead one endures "forever." Such grace lies in the notion that beauty can thrive in decay, as new beginnings arise. ~ Sambit