“Petal by petal, the rose remembers its freshness Crying for the lost scent. A bud opened into a flower as fresh flesh that my soul took in and found a new life. Paradise sprawled into my deep, a spillage of scent, from the red blossom. This injured soul is flaming, longing to live again, in the luminous opening of a young bud.”
Quote by Jayita Bhattacharjee
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“When memories become flowers, a new world opens up--a world of blossoms and light.”
Source: A Farewell to Arms