She picks up an old notebook again
Covered with the dust of many years,
No more grief over the faded days, no tears,
Just a little reminder of yesterday’s pain.
And every time going through her old things
This memory endlessly bites and stings,
And after a decade she once again relives
The love of the past that comes back again.
(Based on my first novel)
By Tom Abdulali (my pen-name)
Notebook
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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