Fallen Flower

A day as it came,
A fallen flower so plain
yet, 
a Red as it was in pain.

I saw it on that eventful day, It's an important event, they convey. I need to make it my way!

I was already refreshed to see many people blessed. After this, they were just a guest

Like the West wind's way back home, everyone would be alone. Not a long wait after the final hello.

Everyone holding their wins Everyone, their own prince And eyes looking over in bliss.

Did they think of it a stepping stone? Do they remember memories to the bone? Or as a throbbing part of their own?

On that day, I picked a flower of mild look Blank on what to do, I pressed it in my book which held memories of that cozy nook.