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Feb 2015
She stepped outside for some fresh air,
the sky above fading into dusty twilight

The tender breeze caressed her skin,
heady aromas of springtime filling her lungs with every inhale.  

The winter was long, the winter was treacherous,
It had betrayed her.

But with the return of those cherry blossom trees
she was almost able to smile again. Almost.

Pink tinged petals falling from the trees,
Their company reminds her of him.

For it was her first time seeing them without him,
The allure of the new spring was not as it used to be.

Forever young, forever engrained in her existence.
His spirit lingered, drawn to the sounds of her broken heart

Wandering through the depths of her own despair,
her callous heart made soft by flowing tears.

She remembers him as he was in the spring,
Its essence as sweet as her memories of him
PH
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PH  New Brunswick, NJ
(New Brunswick, NJ)   
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     Poetria and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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