paper dreams

where is the star we threw

at the waning sky

has it found a branch

from which it can hang like a flower?

where are our paper dreams

we floated on a breeze

fair vanity frail

have they sunk in their waking

where are the prophets

who promised they would plant

memories in our garden

now brown brittle images fruit

where are the knives

we would hurt our mirth with

are they now blunt

with life’s monotony?

where are the kisses

we made of tinsel promises

have they flown

mists on the wings of a dawn?

paper dreams

TheReaper

Thimphu, Bhutan

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