Above fields, bright paper planes fly
While dark the shadows dance below.
Like dreams released come morning’s rise
Above fields, bright paper planes fly.
In silence waits the blackened sky, 22 more words
I found this in my housing society compound the other day. I couldn’t resist clicking a photograph of this. It took me 30 years behind in a time where I was the pilot of many such paper airplanes. 155 more words