Notebook

The old notebook still
occupies my bookshelf,
It looks so ancient as if
It would narrate stories of
Kings and queens, prince and princess.
The dust residing on it looks like
An armour protecting the knight.
The pages still smells as fresh
as a new book,
The scribblings tell tales of
my childhood
The sketches are a visit to
my imaginary world
The colours remind me of
rainbow and unicorns
This notebook gives me a reason
to paint this grey world with colours
The old notebook still
occupies my bookshelf.

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