#WritcoPoemPrompt16

The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,

Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

Turning just a pages...
I often encounter with memories...

Remembering those moments,
that crazyness n rubbish....

Reached in the corner,
Full of bad vibes...

I just turn that page,
N moved towards bright

Days were often charming,
full of loves n care...

I often sit and remember
those days Gone where???
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with :( No :) with Gaurav


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