Origami
Oh paper crane,
how I wish upon you
to carry me afar,
my childhood spent
as a flightless bird,
my wings stifled
by the hands of a mother
who loved me too much
to let me be free.
Oh, crane,
can I still fly?
Can my folded wings
still spread out,
perhaps slowly,
to take me to the sky,
where you will
lead the way?
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