My heart like a paper plane,
soars, guided by a strange force
Sketching, seeking it’s fortune
Charting its own coveted course
Hope intertwine its creases
Dreams align, lacing its folds
swooping, stretching ‘n straining
It yearns to cut across the threshold
It but pummels, plunges to rock-bottom
It’s vagaries but, never come to a naught
It lies there pining perpetually,
to take wing again ‘n never get caught
A hand picks it up, revoking its fancies
Cravings to twirl among the trees
Longing to dance on the dewed daisies
but it wasn’t to be, that wasn’t its destiny
The hand crushes it, scrunches it out of shape
Bruised ‘n broken, it remains with no where to escape
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