Paper Waste Land
Pencils abandoned on the ground
Paper scattered here and there
In the paper waste land
The mysterious place empty the colors dulling
The wind blows scattering everything to a new place
The rain comes down hard
Making everything soggy and wet
Then snow
It buries everything alive
When the sun shines down
They realize they are not alone
Something bigger than them
Something very odd
It picks them up one by one to a new beginning.
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