Fake Flowers in a Cemetery

The image of plastic flowers struck...

Driving past stones of memories etched,

too bright flowers catching corners eye.

Illusion of death is a plastic fate, withering.

Reality, a rose bush planted upon a grave,

roots forever reaching even as petals fall.

Author's Note

Any comment is welcome.

Reviews

[Jade]

This is a sad write here, I like how it was written. Nicely presented

[LE Berry]

Thank you Brandie Jade