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Sketchbook
By Sydney Rousseau
I absorb your thoughts
And mirror the realms
That you venture to
When there is an abundance
Of dazzling woodlands of Grandeur
And magnificent maidens upon children wish
I am flooded with kaleidoscopic visions of yours
The surging tides set me adrift
But when the journey is over and you turn to the last page
I will rest in the safe
Until the time to be uncovered
A memoriam of your own memories
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