Blank Page

On the blank page, the silence speaks,

A canvas pure, untouched, and meek.

No words yet written, no lines to bind,

A world of possibility confined.

In its emptiness, echoes of thought,

Whispers of stories yet unsought.

Awaiting the ink's steady flow,

To breathe life into tales we know.

A blank page holds promise, wide and vast,

A realm where imagination's cast.

Each stroke of pen, a journey begun,

From dawn's first light to setting sun.

In its quiet expanse, dreams take flight,

In the dance of black and white.

For on this blank page, world's find their place.