a bouquet of white
roses which you catches
from the bride
in that grand wedding
lies on the table
because you have forgotten
it, after those laughters
and joyous
conversations
the lucky one who found
it is the waitress who
carried it back to her home
hugging it in bed
closing her eyes to its
rosy scent
bringing back to her some
dreams which never come true
just like yours.
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