Red

In a garden of life, where roses bloom red,

There lies a truth, whispered in words unsaid.

For amidst vibrant petals, a specter does tread,

A dance with mortality, where all paths are led.

Like a poet's ink, flowing dark and deep,

The rhythm of existence, in death's embrace, does seep.

Each breath a reminder, the clock's steady sweep,

We tread upon fragile ground, where shadows creep.

In the twilight's embrace, life's tapestry unfolds,

A symphony of moments, where stories are told.

Yet through life's ebb and flow, a destination behold,

Where mortal coil unravels, and secrets are bold.

The hands of time may mark our transient stay,

But in the hearts and minds, we forever find a way.

For memories blossom like flowers in May,

Preserving the essence of souls, come what may.

So let us embrace this fragile dance of breath,

Knowing that in each step, we edge closer to death.

But within this fleeting span, let's cherish each breath,

And etch our love and laughter in the face of death.

For roses may wither, and moments may fleet,

But love's sweet fragrance remains bittersweet.

In the depths of our souls, its essence complete,

A reminder of life's beauty, even in death's feat.