There is no blank page
This is my mind with words in white ink
There is no blank page
This is me and the fact I over think
There is no blank page
Because no simple thought is here
There is no blank page
But would you say the page is clear
There is no blank page
But what does this page contain
There is no blank page
When there’s so much on my brain
There is no blank page
There’s no page none
There is no blank page
Should there really be one
There is no blank page
So now to you I must insist
There is no blank page
For the page does not exist
There is no blank page
Just opaque white rage
There is no blank page
There is no, blank page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
words game with the trick of repeating make it cute