The Paper Dreams
Every word thats written down,
comes from letters deep within.
Waiting tell its proper time,
I've no knowledge when.
The letters turn to words,
with a splashing of the ink.
I can feel the joy it brings,
to the paper sheet.
Without them it is nothing,
no purpose to be seen.
It has to have the letters,
without them it cant sing.
This little peice of paper,
shows me what I've never seen.
Suddenly I realize,
that the paper dreams.
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