My paper boat
Is sailing in reflection
Of some shadows
some pending arrows
Colored
Honored
With secrets
And details
Sharp veils
Of words
That are mute
And absolute
Swings of the wind
Carrying it back and forth
it’s just a paper boat
Life can never be bought
It is melting
Fading is the substance
Redundant is the nonsense
I had to make my boat of words
To be able to sail
In the oceans of confusion
Spreading the veils
Of submission
And resistance
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