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Invisible pages. Day four.

Invisible pages. Day four.

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
I escaped the confining walls today,
Took a walk along the lake
A twig snapped in the distance
Caused my body to shake
Just a bird along the path
rustling amongst the ground,
It didn't matter my heart
started to pound,
Looking around and around
Off into the distance
Searching for him
amongst the many trees
The smell of burning embers along the breeze
Will my mind ever be at ease
Shall i escape the haunting of his burning eyes
Or live forever within the fear
of his deathly demise
Nardine Sanderson 26/10/2014.

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Dan Ferem

Hi N., the way you flawlessly and magically use repetition amazes and intrigues me...I may try one day (poems haven't come for me 'crept one idea lately, but I may try a song submitting one of these months).....but unless the repition was magic and flawless it won't be let in the game---your creative well is so deep and so far endless-- you're my poetic superherione -- keep rocking-- you be inspiring, girl...

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Nardine Sanderson

Aww thank you dear friend Dan huge smile on my face, what a lovely thing to say, I'm humbled and touched ❤ thank you for your endless support and loving kindness, hope your creativity returns in a wondrous amount, your doing just fine my friend, be ever so proud of yourself, much love nardine xoxo

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Dan Ferem

Now you just TKO'd my heart--- I'm too macho to be choked up---- do you hear me!----- you're the bestest, Nardine

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Nardine Sanderson

Oh no love, tears belong to tender heart's that feel, one should never hide them, hope you like your inspired write, dedicated to you, much love and appreciation Nardine xoxo

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