Blank Paper
The gamut of emotion and loss,
we can't really put into words.
one minute, a bubbly bottle of pop,
next minute, a torn hole in the heart.
a thousand people in the field,
silence has never been so loud.
the piper can't play,
his throat is filled with fluid.
the drummer has laid down his stick,
the flittering dancer is still.
a thousand people in the field,
silence has never been so loud.
numbed by the cold,
he whose hands is good with the pen,
is lost for words.
the paper is blank,
there's no beauty in this art.
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