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Write something, the waiting page murmurs.
A quiet challenge, a poetic enclosure.
The pen remains motionless; the ink seems dry.
Still, words are just shadows fleeting by.
Write something, even if it's little.
A tripped, a scratch, a broken call.
From bits, rivers start to run.
The sun may originate from a single spark.
Write something; allow the quiet to be broken.
Just a trembling line is needed.
The narrative that forms from what's not sure.
like plants that's familiar with the garden.
If you write something; the planet may hear you.
A passing thought turned vivid and sharp.
For every voice that dreads the beginning,
One small word can liberate the heart.