Across The Blank Page/A Blank Mind Writes
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Shalom Freedman
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Across the blank page
A blank mind writes
And the silence of
The too early morning
Hymns in its own lost voice
As we with our little hands and hearts
Write across the pages of time
Our own meaningless chatter
Searching for some slight hint of
Beauty in words once again.
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