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

I don't know from where they came...
from which door did they enter....
it was all of sudden, when I turned over
to my past, where there was joy and a basket full of happiness.

Was it just my imagination or was I day dreaming about the fairy tale fantasy...
these wonderful memories of past, had shaken my heart rapidly...
the palpitations were hard to overcome, as I saw a photograph of me and my grandma planting small plants.

the pages of my old book...
made it difficult for me, to stop these tears dropping down one by one...
they were constant, some pages turned wet, where as some, soaked my tears in and dried off in moving air....
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