The forests of love
You watered inside me
Have caught fire….
Albinos of anger
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I sure hope paper planes do not fly near forests on fire. You poem is well written and I am glad I found it. DC
paper planes are a dangerous way to fly my friend...they burn, they sink within raindrops and they fly uncontrollably when released...great write.
loved this too..what a wonderful one is she to flame your anger, may god bless her...cheers
marvellously inspiring beginning...the first stanza is a magnificent sculpture... the last four lines carried valiently upo the fragile texture of a paper plane is just breathtakingly and paintakingly brilliant...