They flutter with wind
And fly away
Hopes of a life we once had
We’re both teens
Making silly dreams
Paper planes unravelling
Mysteries of the Milky way
Paper boats reaching
Many lands faraway
Paper flags waving
In small fisted palms
Battle cries at the tip of tongues
But alas, all heroing days
Come to an end,
You’ll say,
Had we get the chance
To meet again
For now I’ll watch them
Fly with the wind
Flying away.
Perhaps,
They’ll reach our adventure isles
And settle on lands
That are far far away

Former Co-editor: Rtr. Shehani Welagedara