The metaphor
Word of line
Put on the date
In a month of year
I said
I love you
Twelve months pages
Middle of a month
On a Saturday page
I wrote it
From that point of
To backward or
To forward
Nothing else written
After a few years
The diary was found
You read the line
I love you
Before the line
I love you
The days and months of blank pages
And after the line
I love you
The days and months of blank pages
How do you realize
And how can I describe
When you read it
I saw your face shading fresh
After all
I was silent
Though I wanted to burn it
I could not
But every Saturday
I am burnt
Because of that page
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