If I were summoned,

to create a treasure,

I would take.


The sound of rain tip taping,

the aroma of rain as it hits the leafs on trees,

the smell of fresh cut grass.


The silence of when I’m alone,

the sun when it hits smoke,

the sound of birds singing


The smell of a fired shotgun cartridges,

the scent of a bonfire,

The smell of petrol.


The sound of crashing waves,

the sound of banger racing,

the sound of motocross.

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