#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, Every tear
Every feel , Every word
take to upstairs day to day,
all along of mine 2 years
taken hit for six
for my all emotional fears.

Afterwhile, revolving of pages
around me get to end;
I finally passed
hand to hand,
who are fiesty to back off
astonish curosity in my romcom,
coz world needs viracious
tome of dome.

I was willing
book should share all expreince and
spiritual feelings with
others by add more
yearling to his life,
unwilling was that
words shouldn't
evanesecent meaning
in an arm devastation.




© Vishakha