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Dec 2017
This phase
Is like a blank page
No ruled lines
No ink signs
Just torn on the edges
This book has few pages
Seems like a gem of ages
Bathe in dirt and dust
The bind crimbed with rust
I have to see, its a must
This phase
Life is a blank page
No lines no inks
A little torn on the edge
Few chapters
But is no gem
The pages are soggy
Covered in dust and rust
No need to read
It's not a must...

©sim
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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