little origami swans

you carefully folded

each delicate one,

a hundred replicas

of a sweet paper swan.

.

dangling in colour

from threads of fine string

I cried upon seeing

the effort you put in.

.

my heart wondered why

you cared so very late,

when for two long years

you were so cold with hate.

.

now you wanted

to win my broken heart back,

but ten thousand origami’s

could never achieve that.

.

.

.

Written for Poppy’s prompts #8

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