• safflower 21w

    "He who spares the wicked injures the good"

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    Count on

    Wind blows away
    some saffron kites
    With blue stripes
    While you knot straight threads
    Of eclipsing shadows
    Into asymmetrical ends
    Nothing remains in your hands
    But in cosmos

    Beneath bizzare skylights
    Behind closed doors
    You run into nothingness
    And chase no kite
    For it discovers the surface to fall
    And you will refuse to fly
    But never to fall
    Perhaps something else will hold on
    Maybe you unlearn to chase
    But what if you run

    "A string will never depart
    Within two ends of height and depth"
    The sky and your hands are blue
    Alike vagabond and aimless walk
    You heard of picasso and cubes
    Perhaps art will never hold grudge
    Maybe your sink in bottomless abyss
    But what if you fly

    "Origami flights aren't fearless,
    They leave behind every thing
    That rides it but never flew
    It won't carry the flaws nested in you
    For all wings don't stand blue
    But they shall not crash
    the skylight & the closed door

    Paper planes must fly
    Near to sanity
    With no parameters of altitudes,
    Nothing weighs down the air
    Nothing weighs down the flight
    Count on your fall
    and then count on the kites and planes
    Count on the blues for
    "Every fear leapt away to settle down
    Somewhere else"