Paper is anything but dull,
It's blankness stems imagination and craves art,
Fibres of tree encourages ideas to grow—
Paper is a metaphor: our mold becomes stronger or gets torn apart.
The calm pureness awaits vibrancy in which passions show,
Although light and delicate it can hold things of great value,
Able to contain a mysterious world of endless secrets,
To the author or artist it will always remain true,
Carrying out its duty to the one who submits—
Although paper is empty it makes minds feel full.
About the Creator
Chloe Urquhart
I enjoy Creative Writing, reading, road running, walking, nature, listening to music, cooking, swimming, pétanque and spending time with family and friends. I also like cats. Feel free to like and share :)
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