Saturday, October 5, 2013

Sailed a paper boat...

Sailed a paper boat,
On the flowing river,
Hope by now she had reached your door...
Carrying a throatful song,
Sailed her,
The paper boat mine,
With Origami designs
Absolute,
Hope she had reached
Through these flooded streets
Bypassing clogged gates,
Gliding happily like my fate,
To your doors,
Where you might have woven your folklore.

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