Booker a collection

<p class=ql-align-center><strong>Pages to gather my mindful chatter as such </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>which in time held meaning </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>and still does</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>in meaning of memories as time parts by.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>Throughout my late teens 20s* and early 30s</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>I have collected thought and emotion</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>to pour into paper.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>In doubt of love</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>insight from nature</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>&</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>enticed for self refection.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>The trials of life have seen me</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>through many paths</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>meandering along the arrow</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>of continuity</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>by which I</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>praise or regret in nostalgia</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>all in poor faith but good nature.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>*foff what a rollercoaster they were.</strong></p><p></p>