#WritcoPoetryDay

*Paper Bird*

There's a paper bird in my heart,
All of my own making,
Her wings are creased,
She cannot fly.

But one of these days,
I'll unlock the cage,
Soothe her wings,
And we'll rise in the sky together.

*In the quiet of dawn, she'll stretch her fragile wings,*
*Unfurling hope and longing, seeking the azure expanse.*
*Her paper feathers, inked with dreams, shall catch the sun's...