Simplistic pure

So innocent

Knowing not what will become of you

Beautiful white smooth wing

Of an angel called expression

You are my Earth My blank slate

On which my very own world can grow

I am your creator

You allow me to mold you

My mind is open

Emotions are curves upon you

Ideas scribed into your empty surface

The possibilities are endless

For you are as open as my mind

Blank page I say

As a writers paradise should you be known

For here I know not heaven

But upon you

I can create my own

Ode To A Blank Page 2000Ó Jennifer Joy Arend

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