On the wooden table,
Sits a sheet of whiteness,
A blank sheet of paper.
Words that are yet to be written
Sentences that are yet to be read
And paragraphs that are
Yet to be smiled at..
A soul of creativity
Begging to be released,
And a heart of imagination
Striving to live.
Games someone will soon play
Stories someone will soon tell
Characters someone will soon imagine
Pictures someone will soon create.
This is what is inside of
A blank sheet of paper,
A sheet of whiteness,
Sitting on the wooden table.
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