Pages

I once wrote a book.

In those pages,
I wrote about hope
I wrote about you.

I found it again
Buried in dusts
After years of hiding.

I remember now.

In those pages,
I wrote about your eyes
I wrote about your lips.

It was your touch
I long for
Above all.

If again, I find myself
Knocking on your door
Will you let me in?

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