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Those countless empty pages before me,
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our only intention to mark,
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because it gives us so much pleasure,
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to write some'one else's history,
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before the tragic start
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Those pages that have been soaked in ink
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that no'one wishes to touch
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be it their fault or not, so delicate
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are they, bruis'ed within, I expected just as much
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like how all colours of the rainbow mix
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to give a sickly brown
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a colourful life also does go off and fowl.
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so when there is an empty page before you
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please be gentle and please take into consideration
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please use this ink well
and change us from a sick, sick nation
giving so much pleasure, I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Indeed there is great pleasure in writing one else history. The question would people be happy writing ours. Thanks for sharing