#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
It was a pleasant day
I used to play with tray,
There was nothing but happiness
Near me, there was no any sign of sadness.
The pages of my old book,
It made me tremble and shook.
My mom was with me
My dad was with me
The beauty of earth was with me.,
With them I went to see a sea.
Now those things had been forgotten,
When I used to go a tuition.
Those are the memories of my past,
It seems that it was the day last.
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every year,
Every person who came my way.



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