The Invisible collection of imaginable recollections

The Invisible collection of imaginable recollections

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The Invisible collection of imaginable recollections By Sadie Archibald When I bite into a peach I think of the sky When the suns going down, and the colours all fly Orange is unleashed, in streaks of juice Creamy pink mystifies into shades quite loose When I smell a flower, I think of my pillow Its soft fabrics woven with that of its willow the nectar, the stuffing, its petal ,its cover The doona opening up like a flower in summer When I see the ocean I think of my tears Salty and cold they drip down my ears Some come in waves, others in drops Some of them ending up bruising the rocks When my feet tread on sand I think of everlasting Walking through days of desert, the incessant fasting The sandtimers turning, the infinite grains Boundless metres of wide ,open plains When I open the door, I open my book Turning of new pages, beginnings and looks New adventures to see and people to discover Closing the pages of one book then opening another.
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Back to the time in july, when the sun seems so prominent and winds once chilly had shriveled to warmth, Then thy sunflowers had blossomed and the earth crust thickened. Trees which had lost their leaves grew new ones which gracefully danced to the tune of the merry song of the northerners and night sky once hazy showered the isles of the north with a heavy pour of rain. There in the time of July, in the heart of the North was where it all started. .....Join Madison as she takes you back to July on memory lane through the past where she had lost what was hers, found what she needed, with Destiny slipping it off her fingers. Note: partially edited beware of the grammmatic errors, read at owner's risk. [Completed]

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