"Seven billion aeroplanes, a feeble folded fleet
Floating on the knowledge that they're destined for defeat... "
~ ~~
My home is no longer my home
It's the place where I start,
My problem now is
I don't know where to go or how far.
All I have are my duties,
My pens and my books,
My problem now is eminent
But I don't know where to look.
Here I am dreaming of butterflies
With no idea of how I can chase them.
Lost and looking, waiting to be found,
Not even knowing how much time I am wasting.
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Paper Aeroplanes
الشعر"-seven billion heartbeats aboard those paper aeroplanes And a sky that's only home until the next time it rains. " -e. h. A kinda scattered collection of poems I write from time to time.
