her folded origami dream
unbound at last from its confine
its wings expand along the line
a gentle paper bending seem
a flap of feathers, and its gone
the nature of a dream is such
the longing leaves but a soft touch
the next one’s going to be a swan
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784516-Write-to-Image---8-Only-
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