My Diary
My hands lovingly touched worn-out pages
Nostalgia engulfed me out of the blue
Redolence of memoirs graced with ages
Shades of my past life in myriad hue
Embedded in words like translucent dew
Slight cadaverousness of senescence
Souvenir blissful like opalescence
A faded feather whispering secrets
A few dried petals of inflorescence
Diary, one of my precious assets.
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