Paper Boats

mildreflections:

Paper boats bring rain to the eyes.

It falls down my cheeks,

As I am reminded of a time,

When the pouring skies

Didn’t scare me.

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Tiny hands would get to work.

Left over right,

Crease in the middle.

Mind, heart and soul glued tight,

To a piece of used paper.

Thunder roared,

The gauntlet thrown,

Shus shus shus, I remember,

That’s how it used to flow.

And without a thought,

No fear of fever,

Nor repulsion to wet jeans,

I would test my greatest creation,

Against the wild side walk streams.

It sailed as wide as my smile,

And I followed it until I knew it was time.

It takes more than one try to conquer the sea,

And I believed that,

I had it in me.

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Many boats have sunk,

In many rains forgotten.

Many imaginary men and pirates,

Have drowned in my head.

But I cannot remember the last time when,

I lost so much,

Yet, had no regrets.

                – Mild Reflections

Thank you @josy57 for prompting @vagabondprophet and I with ‘Paper Boat’. I hope this does justice to the prompt.