We had snow yesterday. It was beautiful, though everyone but me complained that its timing was way off.
I've learned... paper does not always need to be written on for a definition to be obvious.
Origami
if my love for you
knows any bounds
it is the inability
to define the how or why
my heart
folds at the sight of you
folds like a plain
white sheet of paper
gets folded
folds again, then unfolds
an origami bird
that at once knows
flight is possible
~bb~
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