I sit and stare at this,
A Blank Page.
So many things to be created on this,
A Blank Page.
Too soon to know what will be written, drawn or colored on this,
A Blank Page.
A masterpiece might be written on this,
A Blank Page.
How to know it is a masterpiece, Just start writing on this,
A Blank Page.
But since this has now been written it is no longer,
A Blank Page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ending is cute, gives the same phrase a new meaning.