mine, my own…..my PRECIOUSSSS…

These white pages
they bare no mark
These white pages
still white in the dark
White and clean
pure to the eyes
Waiting for a writer
whose words are wise

Then they shall be covered
by words so bold
The letters so precious
shining like gold
No more bare
no more in hunger
The words come to life
as the world lies in slumber.

                   -felice genovese-

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