Folded Dreams
In the quiet of my room,
Amidst the gentle afternoon,
I fold a simple sheet of white,
Crafting dreams that take to flight.
With careful hands, I crease and bend,
Creating wings that softly blend.
A paper plane, so small and light,
To carry whispers through the night.
Each fold a memory, soft and dear,
Of times when you were always near.
The laughter shared, the secrets told,
The warmth that never could grow old.
I launch the plane into the air,
And watch it glide without a care.
It dances on the breeze so free,
A symbol of our history.
It soars above the world below,
Through gentle winds and sunlight’s glow.
A flight of love, a journey true,
A paper plane from me to you.
But as it flies, my heart does ache,
For all the chances we didn’t take.
The paths we missed, the dreams that died,
The moments lost to foolish pride.
Yet in its flight, there’s hope anew,
A promise that I still pursue.
To find a way to reach your heart,
Though we’re worlds and miles apart.
The plane descends, its journey done,
But in my mind, it’s just begun.
A message carried on the breeze,
A wish, a prayer, my soul’s release.
In every flight, a piece of me,
Sent through the skies to where you’ll be.
A token of the love we knew,
In every fold, a thought of you.
As daylight fades to twilight’s hue,
I send my dreams to follow through.
On paper planes, my hopes take flight,
To reach you in the still of night.
Though time and space may keep us bound,
In every plane, our love is found.
A flight of memories, soft and bright,
To guide us through the darkest night.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
