Oh my stars,
What’s happening here?
This lurking suspicion, of something to fear.
Under cover of creation,
A patterned page is marred.
The origami unfolds,
Leaving creases in connection –
To a creature of creativity.
Oh my stars,
What’s happening here?
This lurking suspicion, of something to fear.
Under cover of creation,
A patterned page is marred.
The origami unfolds,
Leaving creases in connection –
To a creature of creativity.
