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Paper-Boat

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Sitting in a coffee shop,
with a beautiful book to read,
seeing the raindrops falling,
all over the leaves,

through the fogged mirror,
something catches my attention,
a little girl rushes in the rain,
with such utter excitement,

she sits at the pavements,
and sails the paper boat,
that glides over the rain tide,
with no one aboard,

the girl sees the boat,
till it’s out of sight,
sighed a beautiful prayer,
with all faith in her might,

and I sit and wonder,
where did we fall apart?,
turning the pages of books,
is that what we really are?

she saw me sitting inside,
signaled me to join,
I learned the paper-boat again,
indeed it sailed pretty fine.

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