Art of Caring

Plump Yellow Roses

Uzma Khan, MD

As I stroked the browning edges of the yellow rose, death’s inevitability was tangible. Plump yellow roses decay slowly in the vase as I sleep by them. Until their end, I will enjoy them on my nightstand. As I gaze at them, they remind me of my own existence and the fading of it. Death surrounds us living inside a beautiful bloom.

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