The Blank Pages...

each day
we open the pages of a book

each page is empty
this book of our lives

we write some words
we are careful not to hurt

and be dismayed
we always take the opportunity

the somehow
we also know how to enlighten

ourselves and be happy
with the originality of our thoughts

everyday is always an opportunity
to discover the little wonders of our

unique beings
there is no one like me, and this

i will always say.
i love myself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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