Book of mine,
with chapter of your,
"Hello torn pages."
lending down many stages,.

I went
Sailing through its contents,
to their bents and dents.
Feeling for those pains,
but that's makes no gain..

Facing the words of crime..
May be they were never mine,
Teares arise to make my heart light,
but the start reminds to stay upright.

From the golden smiled .
To the Shill cries. ...