September 26, 2020

Paper Wings

posted on: Thursday April 24, 2014

by Justin Fernandez ’15
Portfolio Editor

The music swells,
But the words are lost on my deafened ears.
And my words turn pale,
And empty,
And cold
As the paper tears and cries for
Sweet relief.

Empty the bucket with the trash.
It’s gone now and won’t come back.
Come back.
Let’s dance with innocence,
And paint our pictures on the walls.

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