Friday, 8 April 2011

Paper Cranes and Clovers

And they say to me

“These paper cranes are worthless.”

Hopes, where are they now?

Mechanical hearts

They don’t understand these things

Parachutes of life

Hidden and written

Inked blue lay inside the birds

And I will send them

The highest building

The north is fine and the wind

Blows, paper cranes thrown away

With three-leaved clover

On the brittle wing flaps

Be happy, this heart will

And they say to me

“Only fools do that, you kid.”

I will just laugh out

Those machines scatter

Yes, wishes on thin paper

And green clovers fly

Treat me luck, I say

Within me, the quiet times

Create loud uproars

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