4328723286_700711d8cc_zCrisp page, winter white
As pure as driven snow
Blanketing the ground
Lines slashed straight through
Bleeding obsidian ink
But only in sections
Words sliding swiftly across
Plainly marking their passage
Strong reminders of the past
Blending in with the present
Marking time in letters
Steady like a metronome
Appearing as if by magic
Invisible hand tracing clear
Pretenses comfortably near
Page muddied with language
Symbols carved from stone
Hard and crystalline
Permanently enshrined
Testament to memory
And left in plain sight
For others to find.


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