A rough translation of the poem I had to write for Spanish. Where there seems to be an abundance of unnecessary adjectives, that is from trying to make the syllables in each line match when it was in Spanish. It's a little dumb, but seeing as I wrote it in another language... maybe you could give me a little leeway.

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A Blank Page

A blank page, a new beginning

The empty lines waiting to be filled

The page looks out at you and dares you to write

To fill its empty lines with beautiful words

And with the wonders of a new beggining

Immediately, your hand begins to move across the page

It moves quickly, you can't read the words

But they make you feel whole and complete

And you know that they must be wonderful and profound

These are your beautiful words, this is your story

A blank page, a new beggining