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An Old Poem
I stumble upon an
old poem,
The paper so yellowed,
Telling me much
time has gone by.
A little frayed
along the edges,
Like the emotions
it carried.
I caress the
brittle pieces,
The ink fading in
places,
Like the memories it
held.
All the lines along
the fold,
Looking tired from
the years.
I feel the
yellowing paper,
Almost crumpling in
my hands,
Like the feelings
so fragile.
Perhaps, to relive
once more,
All those
unresolved sentiments.
I read the words
I’d written,
My fears and wishes
from old,
A smile plays on my lips.
As I scroll to the
bottom,
I love myself a
little bit more.
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