#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way....
I got surprised that how beautifully it reminds me , many of them teared me apart and some of them converted my dark night into a bright day...
when I turn those yellow pages of my blur memory...
I realized my innocene , my desire to grow up was temporary...
my eyes gets filled with tears..
when I see through those old pages in which a little girl is shouting ... Hii !! when heared by my ears ...
However many of those are not just pages reflecting the happiness , the joys
rather many had my dark fate which once broke me like thousand pieces of fragile toys ....
#WriticoPoemPrompt16

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