#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Not easy to write it
Holding a beautiful picture window
Open for heaven
it's worth it
I expect to be the slot in chip
You erase all copies
past it reminds me that all' mean it
a glass how puver see mirror
that never change it
I can find you
In myself love it
I hate when you forget
It hurt deeply madly mark it
Remember in dream' fall sleep
I value it checking beats in your heart
for me I realised
I love it more than me
memories I created with you
it forever always
beautiful found it
it's you my prince...

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