Blank Pages

Fresh and crisp,
Pure and white,
What a grand
And glorious sight!

Straight lines marching,
Across every page,
Waiting for storms
Of inspiration to rage.

I dream of the words
Each sheet will hold.
How many stories
Here will get told?

An empty notebook,
Gives me a thrill.
The paper so clean,
My words will soon fill.

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