It was the morning after the wedding
that went late into the night.
The floor told the story
of the nocturnal celebration
with a scattering of
petals of red roses
and of yellow marigolds,
some crushed, some bruised,
while some others
survived untouched, by sheer luck.
Looking at the empty hall,
Natalie, the event organizer, wondered,
"Now that this is over,
where should I go next?"
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