AN EXHUMED CHILD

by on October 3, 2016 :: 0 comments

In order
To clear my vision
Journey of imagination
An obscure memory
Engraved into
Eyes.

Playing
Papers I learn
To make the plane
Word-knots fixing: a bolt
Riveting clouds
Every now and then
Immersed into
Aesthetic
Infinity.

Whenever
The paper planes
Bring me back
An exhumed child
Carefree and wild
Reminds on each
Transmitted paper
To rebirth again
Running into
The field.

editors note:

Paper plane progeny; relive the joy of running. – mh clay

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