Black cracked leather
Red velvet ribbon
Bind the scraps of paper that spew out from the seams
Lover’s secrets
A mother’s pain
The joy of children
The death of an old man
The tears that flowed
The writing
Old fashion script
In a foreign language
Romantic,
Yet whimsical of an era gone by
I turn each page
My tears flow freely
And my hands shake
Lost or forgotten
A name from the past.
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