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#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...The pages of my old book,
Retain my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who has come to me is a cheeky old memory, broken in my mind. Each old book reminds me of a proust madeleine that allows me to connect. A tea, a cake, an assortment of pastries that thrill me, a burst of emotion. A handkerchief filled with books of tears and all the last moments of memory are reborn. I sail from cloud to cloud, from flake to flake.A wooden thresold is a bit like a reverie perched in the unexpected.
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The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...The pages of my old book,
Retain my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who has come to me is a cheeky old memory, broken in my mind. Each old book reminds me of a proust madeleine that allows me to connect. A tea, a cake, an assortment of pastries that thrill me, a burst of emotion. A handkerchief filled with books of tears and all the last moments of memory are reborn. I sail from cloud to cloud, from flake to flake.A wooden thresold is a bit like a reverie perched in the unexpected.
© All Rights Reserved
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