Blank Blank Blank

Here lies a blank page

nothing is written

In ink or in pen

nor pencil 

in red, blue, yellow, and green.

Pale snow white

is what I have come to write.

Sit and wait

till the pages begin to state.

A story untold from  afar

or closer to the heart. 

In deep poetry

or a short story.

Maybe I could write a novel.

For now I have a blank page.

Nothing is written

In ink or pen

nor pencil

 of red, blue, yellow, and green.

The true story is hidden

deep in my memory

already written

in my book of history.

Of adventures.

Limitless

even past the sky above.

My love.

Because stories are never written.

But lived.

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