The Blank Terrain
The Blank Terrain
My pen
dabbed the white terrain…
it was then I began to walk
over hills,
through valleys,
upon stones and
curving muddy trails.
The ink drizzled through
steep grasses
and toppled over mountain peaks.
When I stopped
I capped the pen.
I removed my boots
propping my legs upon
a wooden fence.
I glanced across the endless miles
and the pen
rolled off the page.
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