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Echoes on Paper

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A pen has no mouth,
Paper has no lips,
Yet together, they whisper louder than any voice.
They mock with words,
Thrill with the stories that haunt our dreams,
And in the quiet, they speak what we’re too afraid to say.

In this world of pixels and screens,
Where fingers glide across glass,
Do we ever feel the weight of ink,
The scratch of a pen on paper’s skin?
It’s efficient, yes — productive, even.
But where’s the escape in that?

Do you remember the peace of a blank page?
The promise in a notebook’s first crease,
And the embarrassing confessions at its end,
Not meant for eyes — just for you?

In the rush of AI and digital clouds,
We forget the small joys —
A notebook stashed in a bag,
A pen tucked behind your ear,
Ready to catch a thought,
Or a doodle,
Or a sentence that stumbles out imperfect and raw,
Yet as pure and perfect as you.