To walk amongst pearls and roses, the pearls and roses of the mind.
Pearls, which will forever hold their luster,
Roses which will wither and molder into dust.
To walk bedecked in pearls and roses, is to walk in retrospect of
Life in passing.
Will one pluck another rose as they pass the bush, knowing it will fade?

Or will they toil to pry the shell of the stranded
Oyster, to reap a lasting memory?

Or both?

Which would you choose?
Which would I choose?

Both… Despite their finite nature and thorns, the
Roses smell sweet, and remind me of many tender moments; and
Pearls, small but precious, with their form, remind me…
Of days moons ago.

Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

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