Origami
delicately folded lines...
a song within her mind...
in a room of
muted paper and
bamboo lattice silence
she softly
closes the shoji door
to find a place of freedom
With legs crossed upon
the tightly woven tatami
she sits in an imaginary world
beyond the twilight canopy
she floats through stardust light
she folds an empty paper...
a dream of endless flight...
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Contest ~ "Anything Handmade"
Poet ~ Rick Parise
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