I found paper napkin,
Plain as a child, delicate as the heart
I try to save it and the winds blew hard..
Oh ! then comes the rain, pouring and thundering..
the joy of upcoming sun, i run out over
the shining grass blades green
the drops that kiss my (forehead leaving me all in glee..
i wipe away the dust..with that i held in my hand..
it crumples in silence…
how late did i know the paper in my hand..
was as delicate as the heart..or perhaps its our Napkin Hearts!
Dt. June 20th 2014