The Lost WritingA Poem by Mandia poem that came to mind....hope you like it!Explore the empty pages of a brass colored book: It's hemline is gold but everywhere else - blank. Fingers move aimlessly, thumbing through the Empty pages; they are wrinkled and old, Dust caked between the creases of their cover. A finger wipes at the dust until it disappears. Once the book is clean, the brass color Is now shining. Fingers are holding a pen And scribles different letters at the top of the First page. The ink is black and bold and each letter Has a wonderful curving curl to it. The pen runs up, down, up, down over the pages For hours until the book has writing throughout it. It's now full of different poems! All consisting of a Topic to do with life here, here on earth. Now the book is exciting and full! No more empty Pages, but crowded with adventures and exciting Leads. The two hands are satisfied and they slap the Book shut. They engrave the cover with a machine to A pretty design. The cover now bears the words: "The Lost Writing" pressed into it with a twisted gold finish. The book is completed and, laid on the shelf for Anyone to read its untold stories.
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