Old book
I'm looking like an old book,
covered by the dust of oblivion.
Through its yellow pages
have left traces,
all those who read it.
As in my life, many people come.
Some stayed long,
others in passing,
In the end, everyone ran away.
Now I m left with memories
like that forgotten book,
but with a shred of hope
that on a beautiful sunny day
Someone will come to make history in my life.
Copyright © T. H. | Year Posted 2024
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