Blank Page To Life
The blank page
Has no meaning
By itself per see
You put black ink
Insulting, it rages them
Soon, you put more ink
The more eyes fuming
The ink travel its own path
Put more ink with its color
As more sketches resemble
A picture, an art defection
The eyes stop raging
Now, hail appreciation
The blank pages turn into beauty
And has now meaning.
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