PAPER BOATS

 PAPER BOATS



Flowing down waters, my yellow one

Paper creases folded, flowing on

Without an end and no clue

Not knowing where it' ll end up.


Perhaps on the coast of Hawaii

Perhaps on the coast of Japan

Without, a worry flowing downstream

Filled with my hopes and dreams.


With a pace that's strong as the wind

It passes through the hills and the plains

But little did I know that once in the sea

The crashing waves tore the little one apart.

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