On the next page, a space unfolds,
A haven for moments, stories untold.
Breathing freely, a respite I seek,
In the quiet realm where thoughts speak.
Each line a pause, a tranquil escape,
A refuge where time and worries reshape.
In the whitespace, a canvas of grace,
I find solace, a sanctuary's embrace.
The ink on the page whispers release,
As I surrender to a tranquil peace.
A break well-deserved, a moment to savor,
In the silence, my soul finds its flavor.
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