Empty Pages
The blank page
waits.
Not empty!
full of words
not yet written,
poems
not yet born.
Every line
holds a secret,
every space
a song.
I stare
at white paper
and see
everything
I could say
but haven't
said yet.
The page
is patient.
It knows
some
thing
wants
to come out.
All the poems
that might be
live here
in the quiet
before
the first word
falls.
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