Paper Airplanes in the Sky

I fold the edges soft and neat. A secret carrier on paper feet.

Up it soars with a reckless sway. Hopes riding winds that drift away.

Will it land or will it fall? Does it matter at all?

Paper airplanes in the sky. No map, no plan, no reason why.

They twist, they turn, they dive, they climb. Chasing clouds one

fold at a time. A message scrawled in shaky lines. Lost between the

space and time. A breeze decides its final tale. Love no flying without a try.

Throw it high, throw it far. Every crease a tiny scar, but scars hold