decoration of diary

Honestly, I'm writing something
Just to remember that
I decorated a thing
Not actually a thing 
But it's my best friend, my diary
I pasted some fabric strips
Near the opening corner
With pasting two buttons
Made by rolling smooth stones
In a soft brownish cloth
And pasted a same button
Just a little bigger
On the left middle side of diary
And at last, 
I took a black wide fabric lace
And hooked it on that buttons
And here's my decorated diary
Is ready to expose
Though not that much nice
But still I love it so much
I named it as sufiyana

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