Worlds Apart: A Thorn In The Flesh 🌹

Each petal whispers a silent plea, To be whole again, to be free. But with every reach, the dream slips away, Drifting farther from the light of day. In the shadows, it softly cries, As the gap from reality widens, and tries. A silent sorrow, a mournful sigh, As the dream of reunion begins to die.Yet, still, it holds onto hope's thin thread, Though the rose withers, the dream begins to shed. For in every lost soul's plea, There lies the eternal hope, to one day be free.