Blank Page
Every day I open this page...
But every day, it remains empty.
So much inside...
But nothing can be written.
......
But I guess it does not matter...
You would still understand that blank page.
posted by NN at 8:12 pm
Friday, May 19, 2006
Every day I open this page...
But every day, it remains empty.
So much inside...
But nothing can be written.
......
But I guess it does not matter...
You would still understand that blank page.
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Everyday you fill the page with words written in your heart.
And everyday that page is read with the eyes of the soul.
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