The memories of a page

All I could dust away

From the memories

Were you…

Yet…there remained

A part of me…

In those enclosed pages.

Where no words spilt.

But only innumerable memories

Were quoted

In those dried petals…

Which may be the reminiscence

Of the days we shared…


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Everything about me might look mystic. All I do is be in love, love till death parts my way. I wana be the secret you adore the most , and keep close by.

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