often, it takes
the deft fingers
of an old friend
who knows your folds,
to look through the cracks
in your paper skins;
fingers that feel
every crack
as worlds folded in -
worlds of emotions,
of dragons,
contained and hidden
in nooks
lost in the light
of this moment;
waiting to be opened
and set free
fold by fold,
like a delicate love story
of the folds of life
I've lived and pressed
across my heart,
waiting to die
as they grow wings
and fly into the blue -
a thousand cranes
folded
just for you.....
the deft fingers
of an old friend
who knows your folds,
to look through the cracks
in your paper skins;
fingers that feel
every crack
as worlds folded in -
worlds of emotions,
of dragons,
contained and hidden
in nooks
lost in the light
of this moment;
waiting to be opened
and set free
fold by fold,
like a delicate love story
of the folds of life
I've lived and pressed
across my heart,
waiting to die
as they grow wings
and fly into the blue -
a thousand cranes
folded
just for you.....
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