Paper Plane

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Paper Plane


I sit under the shade of velvet leaves,

pale tint of orange pours over the field.

Lately I have been finding fresh shoots

amongst the withering wildflowers of the past.


I have written a farewell letter to my Pain

and folded it like a blanket. Even if I am uncertain

like the crumpled laughter of the river

I must go straight ahead…


The velvet leaves rustle. The patches of light

dancing on my face somehow make me smile.

My paper plane drifts further and further –

sharp nose towards the burning edges of the clouds.

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