#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came on my way,
we're known to the pages .
They still let me look,
to the old memories,
which became unknown to me ,
and would have became unknown to me,
if the pages of my old book,
didn't hold my memories of the past.

_*writting lover*