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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