WORD
Paper planes:
Some glide,
Some crash.
The subtle folds
Lilt and stomp
A trial by word,
A swoop, elegant
And pointed.
Hitting and missing
Of targets.
Languid language
Airborne,
Unconcerned,
Once born.
—–
September 19, 2013 by simonhlilly
WORD
Paper planes:
Some glide,
Some crash.
The subtle folds
Lilt and stomp
A trial by word,
A swoop, elegant
And pointed.
Hitting and missing
Of targets.
Languid language
Airborne,
Unconcerned,
Once born.
—–
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Mine always seem to crash and miss the target! Loved this.
I could see the plane. Nice. 😉
ahhhhh
“Languid language airborne” – marvelous, Simon!