I AM A PIECE OF PAPER

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Philosophical poem

 

I AM A PIECE OF PAPER
The ink will never walk out of me. 
I know this. 
I am its piece of paper, blue or green.
I am an emerald spring or a rainy autumn with brown leaves. 
I melt in a summer's heat. 
I float in a winter's silver mist. 
My worn out slippers don't leave my feet. 
I can climb up the mountains only in my dreams. 
I am a piece of paper for my dripping ink. 
My worn out slippers won't last or will. 
I am a piece of paper for my inkpot's quill. 
Patience is stubborn in its helplessness. 
I can find a bench to sit. 
The bench doesn't have wheels. 
The bench doesn't have wings. 
O, no, it has both in my blue ink.

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