Blanc Paper

by Vincent DONNAHUE III - Cancer

No memorys are waken, 
No fealings at all;
Above the blanc paper
My inspiration is very small.
I seek for impressions,
But they are forgotten and long gone,
Like the mice of teh dungeons,
They will never see the ray of sun.
The blanc paper lies infront of me,
Now, when I have nothing to express.
blanc, would it forever be,
Or maybe few moments less.

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2002-07-27 23:06:15
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:31
Poem ID: 69731

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