#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old diary,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way,

At times my pen couldn't sew up,
The letters,elated and tire,
Like a daunting day,a backup,
These pages, a part of my choir,

Wiping off my tears, it drenched its page,
By my side, my secure place,
Painful yesteryears,finally disengage,
Figures out, present me to find solace,

But some things remain forever same,
Connections, affection, attractions the main.



© umama^