I took a fistful of burned rose petals and threw them in the air.
I knew I was making a mess but I really didn’t care.
To stop me from watching them,no one did dare.
So I was left alone accompanied with thoughts and all I did was stare.
Tiny pieces crushed,burned and crumbled.
Like people scarred,broken and humbled.
They took flight with all their might,
To directions they themselves derived.
Like people who go away but promised,
That they will no doubt unite.
They flew along as long as they could,
But then they were there,where others stood.
Like when for people above and below is soil that lies,
That is when they and we actually unite.