The quiet life in silence
From a blank page
Creates the abundance of empty blue lines
When my eager eyes
Do not stare at anything
Life peaceful
From a sheet without stains
From one sentence among many others
Why do I want to say
This text out loud?
Ai -I need to say something
Who makes me think?
The comfortable life
From a page in his notebook
Has everything to hope for a pen
I don't know how to write
No more than I know prose
Because my mind is naive
To believe everything we suppose
But the ink manages to write
Without thinking about what we should read there
And even if the rhymes don't reach
Up to my face
Need I say more

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