Paper Swans Poem by Alicha Du Plooy

Silver nights and paper Swans

In dark spaces where dragonflies use to glow.

Why the cruelty of smelling the rain, only to feel no wetness on my face.

I miss the feeling of the moonlight on my skin.

The Thunder keeps me up all night, but I don't mind that it's my blissful insomnia.

A little swan made of paper to many times you cut me with your edges, so I
will burn you.

Goodbye paper cuts left by tiny paper shaped swans

I smell the rain again and this time I will feel it on my face, I will spin around and around in my rainy shower.

I love you I will whisper to a tree, I only dream of knowing all the secrets that you keep.