The Blank Page Poem by Bria Age
The Blank Page
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.
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4/24/2024 10:58:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The ending is cute, gives the same phrase a new meaning.