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  • Writer's pictureKyx

paper wings

one tree for every day

felled in our childhood years

the pulp turned into test papers

we wrote in with blood and tears

two trees for every day

felled when we grow older

the weight of the paper

gets heavier on our shoulders

three trees for every day

felled when we are grown

we turned them into paper wings

made of paper planes we fold

but we forgot the lesson of Icarus

the son who tried to fly but fell to earth

the sun melts wax, and burns paper

we become phoenixes with no rebirth


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