call it a page...
from a diary...
would say a lot to you...
stories it has witnessed...
and stories it has missed...
reflecting whatever it faces...
like a mirror...
a page is a poem sometimes...
a story, a talk with self...
or sometimes just a contract...
a page, itself is an epic of love...
it just knows how to love what it has...
and hence stays forever with the page next to it...
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