• guria_jayas 24w

    When the thick dust sheds

    Oh somewhere in the shelf of life
    Lied a bold book of memory
    As I coughed dusting it
    I smiled at all thanking and sorry

    I remember how someday back then
    I had thought of never touching this again
    Yet in the vast library of time
    I got them issued, this time with lesser pain

    Page by page, before reading it
    I chose to read the revising content
    Then opening each chapter out of the dust
    I went on reading it fluent