Origami In Flight
Sometimes when I get a little bored,
my hands will roam...
folding, creasing, creating
life from simple pieces of colored paper
that, I will turn into dragons or birds.
Once, I created a big green dragon;
he flew away to another realm, never returning.
Disheartened I was determined
to create my origami friends,
in colors that I could hold
deep within my mind’s eye;
imprisoning them within my own
subconscious, where if they flew away
they could only go so far.
I built within my mind, an aviary
with, crystal lights;
where colored birds of every size and shape,
populated by my own magical hands.
When they flew up to the top
there was no escape.
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