What shall the paper boat
speak of its pain?
Over the nights,
it has longed for
a sheet of wetness;
sitting on the sand,
it has meditated.
In the colours of shadowy
light, it has painted on the canvas;
it has painted a sea of poems
with a single tear.
How will the paper boat
speak of its lonely sadness?
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