Floating Words, Floating Rhymes

Old Notebook

Wrap with a tainted old paper wrapper

I knew its color faded through the year

The same pages with notes can't see it clear

Its yellowish color and smell rises in the air.

I look to see the torn out pages

As well as the designs created in its edges

It was like a bird flew from its cages

It is my old notebook back to my senses.

Because of this I was so smitten

The letters and notes that was perfectly written

Back to the past here I am again

Reading these entries, it's quite reminiscin'.

I close the notebook, put it in a box

I have the key to put it in locks

Nobody can read this binder til the last

Coz all the notes in there, reminds me of the past.

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