A New Page
An open book,
empty, to be filled with words,
to fill it with poems and passions,
to fill it with songs from the heart.
The stories I can write,
are restricted to no bounds,
just the freedom of pen and paper,
and an imagination for my use.
Anything I want to write,
here I can set free,
my thoughts, dreams and ideals,
in these pages I will ink.
So once I find a rythym,
the writing's beating heart,
the poetry will begin to flow,
and that is where I'll start.
empty, to be filled with words,
to fill it with poems and passions,
to fill it with songs from the heart.
The stories I can write,
are restricted to no bounds,
just the freedom of pen and paper,
and an imagination for my use.
Anything I want to write,
here I can set free,
my thoughts, dreams and ideals,
in these pages I will ink.
So once I find a rythym,
the writing's beating heart,
the poetry will begin to flow,
and that is where I'll start.
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