Saturday, June 30, 2018

Pages




Another turn
Chapters to unfold,
Flip return
Pages are told.

New stories
Written in slow,
New glories
Come in low.

Something new
Pages to turn,
Comes few
Slow to burn.

Pages come
Turning into chapter,
New home
Enjoy for better.


Jr.


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