I was crisp and clean and was flying everyplace where wind took me for fun.
One could have written poem on me, One could have painted art on me.
One tore me into pieces and another called me trash after.
Wind took me again, I’m still flying but in different pieces and in places.
Hoping, i will end up with one who can make art out of torn pieces.
#ThePaper #TheWind #TheArt #TheLife