The Poet’s Revenge

No ideas to dance on pages

Empty lines asking to remain so

Pink and faded blue

Look so good against pale white.

Ink is pollution,

The little book cries.

But the writer’s pen,

In one strong swoop,

Disturbs the page with poetry.

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