#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
The past is a source of smile and the future is the source of hope...
Every tear of the past implies love & faith in the future...
The person whom you met in the past always conscious of his talent of his own abundance, who hold my memories of yesterday...
The pages of my old book, always remind me, Isn't that all this a truth?

© shuchita