Each page,
a piece of cloth
together woven,
now a blanket of thought
of several other parchments;
some rugged, some smooth
of sizes small and big,
be it velvet-like or crude
Such are the colourful memories,
which are woven into lives
each cloth and quilt, different;
which is one's blanket
Their expanding memories,
their identity,
Life
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With every stitch of experience, evolves the woven history of our soul's shawl...each individual unto himself...but surely we are spun from the same threads. A beautiful depiction within your poem. I trust you got rave reviews from your classmates. PEACE