I wrote a message on a piece of paper,
folded it and made a plane
'cause I don't know any other
figures that can fly like a crane.
I threw it in the air,
the wind held the paper
like a string does to a kite
and it made a wonderful flight.
But not for long it crashed,
fell into the water and got washed.
The letters faded
but the message won't remain dead.
It might not have reached you,
but the message says 'thank you'
for being a friend
I hope today won't be the end.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
