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Paper Cranes

November 5, 2013
By phoebe nezamis BRONZE, Newton, New Jersey
phoebe nezamis BRONZE, Newton, New Jersey
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Thirty-some cranes hang from my ceiling,
and a hundred more in bags, just waiting.

I fold them when I find I am sad,
overwhelmed, stressed, or mad.

Something about the rhythmic motions
of folding the paper soothes my emotions

It starts with the origami bird base.
After that everything begins to fall into place.

Just a few inside revere folds,
and then, into a crane, the paper molds.

This process is so familiar to me,
that to do it, I don't even have to see.

The paper crane lies close to my heart;
I hope we never have to be apart.


The author's comments:
I have always enjoyed folding paper cranes, so this poem is about what they mean to me.

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