The paper is blank, so white and so new,
Waiting for me to draw and write my view.
No rush, no hush, always happy to wait for me.
My friend, so quiet, who believes and lets me be.
Drawing a line, or making any shapes,
Anything I made never fades.
Sometimes I draw, and sometimes I stare,
But my blank paper is always there.
My Blank Paper is just like an open door,
A place for my dreams that I pour.
My Blank Paper…!!!
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