Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

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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