Paper Boat >


Deep arbour of broken lines, 

the chalky, temporal view. 

Our beginnings echo across the shale, 

a dishevelled, sandy plume. 


Pebbles of time and shards of hope, 

tumble down the dunes. 

Nested creatures of silent love, 

are collecting in the ruins. 


Take a life, this moment, 

wash it dark and clean. 

Each lick of salty water, 

a taste of broken dreams. 


But through narcotic spectre, 

there floats a paper boat. 

In foundling waters deep, 

my love, brimming full of hope.

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