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Here lies an empty page waiting to be written on.

Blank and void of thought, with only lines drawn.

Yearning for an idea to rest within its borders.

Even a simple sketch or grocery list orders.

A song or sonnet would be nice to fill the space.

Maybe a poem of beauty to enthrall with its grace.

A letter to a loved one would be welcomed here,

Filled with good news, happiness and cheer.

But domant it lies waiting through the ages,

Until some thought comes to fill empty pages.

A yearned for pen caress that will linger there,

To offer up something the author wants to share.