I am in love with the hush of blank pages,
The sweet siren song of white space–
Waiting for imprints of thoughts leaving traces
Like jet trails and sea glass and a laugh-wrinkled face.
I am in love with the hush of blank pages,
The sweet siren song of white space–
Waiting for imprints of thoughts leaving traces
Like jet trails and sea glass and a laugh-wrinkled face.