The Rose who never forgot


A Rose is not a forget me not, for it is a Rose.
Why shall this rose act as one it is not? A flower of beauty wanting to be a flower nothing near as spectacular as the other.
Because it can.
A Rose, though it has no thought, can be whom ever it wants and do whatever it wants.
A Rose is an object of course. But if a Rose can never forget, why must people act more foolish than a simple rose. Do we too have no brain?

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some people just need to be like a Rose some days, quiet, beautiful, and not disrespecting other people for being what they want to be. :)