Idle Scribe
Poetry, short stories, and other such creative endeavours.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Paper aeroplane
I folded the paper in half
Then the wings, then the tail.
And as I folded,
I was folded
Into and onto myself.
I drifted from the open window
Lifted by the breeze
Carried over trees
And with a deep breath, floated
Beyond my vision.
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