You gave me

This book

Empty, Fresh and Pristine

No one seen it
No one lived in it

Every page is my day
Every line is my experience

Cannot strike or rub
Off those lines

Cannot stick any additional
Page

Cannot rewrite in past pages

Now, I am here right here
In this line

Don't know how I came across
These many pages

Thank you for everything

I may be loser one time
I may be sad one time

But, this many pages
Are gift of you
For me