Not So Sentimental, Goodbye

It was cold that January
but, not as cold as her

before March
when she spread her wings
and shed fears
tiptoeing
towards some unknown,
unclouded destiny.

Those white roses
changed to pink,
arranged sweetly, like love
in pitter patters of sentiment
sprinkled carefully
upon chapters
of a book

she wished
she had never opened.

~

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