Remembrance

As winter’s cloak shrouded my land, I looked upon the shrivelled, dry, brown and dead flowers, shells of their former glory. In them I discovered a new kind of beauty, one sharp and poignant and dark, contrasted by the soft romance of flowers.

I discovered that the reminders of what once was can be beautiful in themselves.

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