Paperboat
Folded once, again in line
Scraping with great claws of fate
Bended, flattened and then when
stretched to life, my paper boat
Ready for sail, crew of dreams
Gusts of wind in sweeping sea
Till paper torn, we will flee.
Second Place in BRIAN'S CHOICE H,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2020
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