365

Another
page of my book unfolds

The
prior page was good, but I know the next would be better

The
bitter tang of almonds and sweet aroma of flowers, the scents I smell when I lift
the fine, soft sheet

As
the dazzling light hit the paper, I could still see the auburn color of the last;
its reminiscences still bring undistinguishable feelings of joy, pride and gloom
to today’s senses

Unconvinced
if I am worthy to flick to the subsequent page, I at once turn back to the preceding
leaves of the book

No
matter how hard I tried to lift the featherweight pages to turn it back, it
still won’t budge

To
become conscious that once permitted to turn the page, it means I am ready to
go to the next

I
started to read the first words on the upper left hand corner

It
was a mystery why I could not distinguish the phrases written

So
I tried to see  the next few sentences to
see what lies in store

But
the phrases there were much harder to read, it was blurred

So
as the rest of the whole page, some were covered in dust, jumbled letters
filled the hot, white and newly printed paper

I
checked the calendar; it was January 1 of a new year, the first hour of the
first day

There
was much in store for me, I just know it.

365
more to be exact.

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