Paper Wings

A paper thin sigh leaves me.

Hope is the overgrown tree of the year. Its branches reach out to me; they run a trail over my paper heart, tickling my belly.

In this moment, when the wind plays with my hair, when the sun ghosts her rays over my cheeks, when the birds sing to the tune of my paper joy; I am free.

An echt smile-- a paper wing, flutters in the silence.

It's a white arc, it trembles some, it rises, and kisses the leaves of Hope.

In a blink, paper wings from before and after join their hands-- to carry me off, to carry me away; to a country, where happiness is the medium; to a country, where tears are taboo; to a country, with one season.

A season dictated by Paper Wings...

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On a further note, I am republishing this (i.e. the introduction, since I had yet to write any follow-up poems), thanks to the Poetry Camp hosted by ec_poetry . It's a 30-day poetry writing project. I had taken down this collection since real life raised its head and whisked me off into its tunnel. My new collection quickly became a dust mote, finding its place in a hole in the ground and that's where it remained.

Oh well! Coming down with a viral infection may have its perks. LOL!

Without further ado...