The pages are often left blank
So much to express
But nothing to say
So much to understand
But nothing to soothe
So much to ponder on
But nothing to shape
When a blank page says it all
No one could read…
The pages are often left blank
So much to express
But nothing to say
So much to understand
But nothing to soothe
So much to ponder on
But nothing to shape
When a blank page says it all
No one could read…