paper airplane, I am.
I am folded and creased,
the world to see, I can.
I can fly but not far,
all I've got is paper.
Paper flys just barely,
this way may be safer.
Safer's not always best,
I've got wings, but not props.
Props to make airplane real,
help make airplane go tops.
Tops beats paper...hands down-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem