Blank
By scorp
Sometimes what you are looking for is in plain sight.
What is obvious is the hardest to point out.
A blank sheet of paper lay on the ground.
It rustled in the light breeze.
Just blank.
Or is it?
Beneath the white hue, there is something deep.
Life. Life is simple, so bland, so blank.
And you must make the best of it.
The blank paper rustled again then was swept away.
Once it landed, it was so colorful. So many designs and sketches decorated the once white paper.
Author Notes: This was completely random. Sorry it's terrible.
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