Red Flowers In A Frame

The red flowers, a photograph dear,

Hold onto memories from a time once clear.

A gift from an ex, frozen in frame,

Bright petals remind her of love and pain.

Though they can’t bloom or dance in the light,

Their colors still spark a feeling so bright.

Sweet and lovely, they bring a sigh,

A piece of the past that won’t say goodbye.

Yet in their stillness, she finds her way,

Embracing the past with each passing day.

For even snapshots that may fade away,

Carry lessons that stay, come what may.