Paper Planes


The green paper bills
Doused in pride,
Yet starched 
With avarice.

I wonder
If they were paper planes
Flying around the compound
Of our dilapidated dolls house remains.

One would no more
venture out of the house towards a rainbow.
But, would play the game of hide and seek
In the planes this time though.

 










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