I wrote my dreams on a brown paper page.
I made a paper plane that I could chase.
Thought I could spread my wings out of my cage,
As the cold wind stopped me, reaching your place.

I tried to spread my broken wings again.
And wrote a million dreams with loving tears,
Kept my slow flight while enduring the pain,
All I wanted was my wish to fulfill.

Like a paper plane soaring in the sky,
With my spoken words there, shrouded with scent,
It shows how you bid dismissive goodbye,
And it shows how I spent my love's advent.

Only in heaven will our hearts be cured.
It is our soul's anguish departure.




© Razda J

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