A blank page, so full of potential
So venerable to the master’s touch and desire
Empty, limitless, it has no name
Or face until the pen
Leaves its mark
A simple line, an opening word;
Giving light to the plane white page
And filling it whole
It obeys my bidding
Creating emotions with each stroke
Careful now
Let the pen go
Unleash the hidden treasures within your heart
Release and see what you have made,
On a blank
Snowy
Page
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