My Poetry


5. Paper

Face expressionless,

but possibilities endless.

I am as light as a feather,

and I don't hold up well against weather.

I am anything from story to glory.

Everyone know me, some even adore me.

I am silent,

but I hold sounds of love, hate, and indifference.

How is it possible I've made a difference?

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