Paper Swan

When born we are folded

Into creases

From stillness

This time crumbled in your

Dirty hands, cradled

Smoothing out

Paper and brittle I soar, barely

Sorry if I don’t stand

Just help me

Lean me against

You

Or another one

Creamy with texture

Slender and exquisite

Clone.

We are only children

But without rain

Crease or crumble

I will soar .

 

H

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