Paper Bird

The sky a sapphire,

The sun a glistening jewel.

Up floats a paper bird,

On the back of the wind.

It is the star of the heavens.

A pristine white.

It's sharp edges,

Yet graceful curves.

Paper folded and creased,

And folded again.


Lifts it's wing,

To the great expanse of blue above.

A paper bird.

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