As gentle rain falls, It's moisturizing the earth
There I stand with used paper in my hand
Folding away...
A paper boat I've made with tattooed inked words
Readying my hand, to make it so it sail the land
Sailing away...
Down it goes floating on the grassy earth drain
On a one way trip, my poor kamikaze ship
Melting away...
As more water bullet falls, thundering the rain
My little paper boat-ship is now starting to dip
Breaking away...
YOU ARE READING
Jo's Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems written by me, ranging from nostalgic themes to existential questions to fictional events, etc.
