The Paper Boat. ⛵❤️
creased with the quiet ache of hope, 💭
and cast them adrift on silver veins — 🌊
toward horizons veiled in hush and mist. 🌫️
Yet rivers are creatures of their own intent, 🏞️
conspiring with stone and shadow, 🪨🌑
bending our dreams toward dusk and reed, 🌾
Still — ✨
beyond the hush of the river's turning, beyond the bend's tight-lipped embrace, 🤗
where dawn spills gold like spilled incense. 🌅
One boat, borne by unseen stars, ⭐
carries the quiet freight of love — 💕
