Chapters
On sheets alabaster
My steps became the ends of pens
My mind became the writer
Leaving its black lines as footprints
My feet honestly followed its master
Implanting the meaning to the empty plane
Meaning grows, leaving its fruits called letters or characters, and
Letters evolve as words;
And words form phrases, sentences, paragraphs, and pages
And instances become moments;
Moments become memories, and memories gather
To compose a life – to complete a chapter
When pen makes its first line
Thoughts start to sprint
On this white, blank track
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