A Fleet of Paper Flowers

I once made a fleet of paper flowers,

but they were taken away,

by the colorless wind.

~

They say opinions are like assholes,

and everyone has own of those.

Why do they try to deride others’ opinions?

~

The fleet traveled far

across many lands,

where it met flowers

of cloth, silver and ink.

~

Sometimes I value others’ opinions.

But then those same people turn around

and don’t value mine.

Should I still value theirs?

~

Flower’s stems’ function as their tongues.

Some of the flowers my paper creations met,

had tongues of silver, while others had tongues of fire.

~

Even though I tell myself

not to care about other’s opinions,

once I am wooed by the good,

I open myself up to the bad.

That is life I suppose.

~

While some flowers’ journeys

reach completion when they settle papery roots into the ground,

others continue riding with

the weariless wild wind.

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