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paper planes do not fly high
folded creased, with fuel of air
glide and dip to their doom
but no weapons, so no 'boom'
curving up to reach a peak that's
marked only by start of the fall
carry up hopes of those creating fingers
crash upside down, but the wish lingers
hundreds of planes, an army of dreams
one by one or ten together, flung up
a rising sea of paper making a single wave
powerless, and which the winds will enslave
the war, the planes will always lose
but the one battle won, the peak attained
prompts more to be made, more to be thrown
after all, they unravel a smile from a frown.
Infinite Country by Patricia Engel | Thoughts
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*Published*: 2021 || *Format*: print || *Location*: Colombia
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What was it about the country that kept everyone hostage to its fa...
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5 comments:
nice nice..
but give me prose anytime over verse :)
Hi, stumbled to ur blog from nowhere and find this nice poetry....
very genuine with each line telling the truth felt long-long ago....Have forgotton the art to make a real flying paper-plane now but yes remember the big smile on seeing them soar high..:D:D
Keep creating paper planes of poetry n prose as well:))
Monika
Someone's hittin on our d0d0 yuhooooo
ps: d0d0, you suck
Looks like the fruits of poetry are already beginning to show :P
@kunal, your wish shall be answered, o' lord .. soon :)
@monika, welcome to the blog, glad you liked it, hope to see you around here frequently :)
@anonymous, anonymouses suck more :P, and obviously i know who you are
@rohith, work but dont see the fruits, havent you learnt anything from bhagvad gita? :P
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