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She let her memories escape, yesterday’s dreams

Broken pieces of her life, scattered, tattered

Pressed between the pages, sheltered only

By the pale ivory lace, of a faded parasol

This, her only regret, leaving this treasure

Far behind, knowing, it was the last connection

To a life, she no longer cherished, wilted petals

Pressed between pages, the broken pieces of her life

 

November Writing Prompt – Petals and parasols – Day 6/30

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