#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

I inscribe every thought in it,
Each page holds a memory,
Of a forever that lasted in seconds,
Every situation that shaped me...

As I flipped though those pages ,
I buried whatever thought there is in it,
Making whole my present and future,
Unwritten in it blank spaces......

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