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“Kitsch The blank page awaits the tender touch of ink. The blank page cries out for words in sync. But the brush shivers, dreads the slip. One awry stroke, the page might rip. A melodic flow or a mistaken rhyme? Empty spaces leave room for crime. None can predict what art turns out to be. “The blank page” to an artist is what you are to me.” — Milenna Emmanuel
Kitsch
The blank page awaits
the tender touch of ink.
The blank page cries out
for words in sync.
But the brush shivers,
dreads the slip.
One awry stroke,
the page might rip.
A melodic flow
or a mistaken rhyme?
Empty spaces
leave room for crime.
None can predict
what art turns out to be.
“The blank page” to an artist
is what you are to me.