The Life - Sentence

On a thin paper, is there a saga.  

Sentence I am, part of that tale,  

Starting in caps, period it ends,  

Scribbling across, all in my part.  

Standing  as  one, spaces  apart, 

Senseless at all, the letters I use.

Grouping it once,spacing it then, 

Deep in a mind, they play a role. 

Putting  across, the  tale  of a life,

Beauty of which,a moral it holds, 

Neither in ink, nor on the stroke, 

Is that I care,but choice of words. 

As thin a paper,a sentence it holds,
Brief in it's length,but conveys  it all.

On a thin paper,the sentence I am, 

Written with love,is part  of  this tale.

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