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A wayward piece, full of flaws,
Wastrel of a paper it was.
Till it found hands that knew
How to devise things that flew.
Meticulously molded,
Purposefully folded
With a distinct design.
Then left to resign
To the powers of the winds.
Then satisfied, he grinned
At the glorious sight,
Of its unbridled flight.
©Sai
Pic credit: Annie Spratt
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Sai… The word weaver🥰
How beautiful it is. I simply love your verses💚💚
Thank you! 💚
Oh wow 💚💚
That’s a brilliant piece. You convey so much depth in so less words.
Thank you dear! 💚💚
Feather-light beautiful! 💚
Wow.
This is beautiful!