Yellowed pages; Thin and frail.
Yellowed pages; Tell my tale.
Yellowed pages; Keep my secrets.
Hiding in plain sight
Behind these Yellowed pages,
So frail and thin
Nothing to lose. Nothing to win
'Yellowed pages; Thin and frail. Yellowed pages; Tell my tale' Beautifully begun, but you seem to have lost the steam midway..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the feedback but that was actually intentional. I reservesed and ended it for a short and sweet poem about a book. Who in the world would want to read a paragraph about a tiny book I kept for only a year and a half?