A PAPER HEART

A paper heart
torn and tosssed,
a paper heart stained red
folded into a box.
A paper heart blown in the wind
free to fly, the world its prison.
A faded heart with no ear to listen

The world burns,
in search the paper heart turns.
Over and over with different shades,
each dawn it comes to rest.
Each dawn wishing to change its stars.
Nightfall with a dream it leaves,
for in the new dawn it may be blessed.
A paper heart
torn and tossed,
a paper heart with no rest.

Fly, fly paper heart
rest in me this day.
For you each day
alone,
i have prayed.
Leave tomorrow,
again i shall start
looking for my paper heart.

— reepa, Jul 10, 2010

About This Poem

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Region, Country: Eastern cape, South Africa, ZAF

Critiques

Candlewitch

15 years 11 months ago

Hello Reepa

Nice to meet you. I like the title and the theme interests me. My favorite lines: The world burns, in search the paper heart turns. Over and over with different shades, each dawn it comes to rest. Each dawn wishing to change its stars. Nightall with a dream it leaves, for in the new dawn it may be blessed. A paper heart torn and tossed, a paper heart with no rest. just one question: Did you mean "Nightall" of Nightfall? Always, Cat

reepa

15 years 11 months ago

Thanks

HI THERE. THANKS FOR YOUR KIND WORDS. ITS NICE TO MEET YOU. IT WAS NIGHTFALL THANKS FOR POINTING THAT OUT.

raj

15 years 11 months ago

Hello Reepa

you have made the commotion and yearning within that wishful paper heart come alive in this emotive write...a subdued grace is felt too in the beats of that heart... may the paper heart find its way to a heart where these beats will resonate... warmly...raj (sublime_ocean)

xena465

15 years 11 months ago

Hi Reepa

This is so good "A Paper Heart" fabulous title too. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell