Poetry Thursday

"Said a Sheet of Snow-White Paper..."

Said a sheet of snow-white paper, "Pure
was I created, and pure will I remain for
ever.  I would rather be burnt and turn to
white ashes than suffer darkness to touch
me or the unclean to come near me."

The ink-bottle heard what the paper
was saying, and it laughed in its dark
heart; but it never dared to approach her.
And the multicoloured pencils heard her
also, and they too never came near her.

And the snow-white sheet of paper did
remain pure and chaste for ever -- pure and
chaste -- and empty.

-Kahlil Gibran
The Forerunner