Day by day I float my paper boats one
by one down the running stream.
In big black letters I write my name
on them and the name of the village where I live.
I hope that someone in some strange land
will find them and know who I am.
I load my little boats with shiuli flower
from our garden, and hope that these blooms
of the dawn will be carried safely to land
in the night.
I launch my paper boats and look up
into the sky and see the little clouds
setting thee white bulging sails.
I know not what playmate of mine
in the sky sends them down
the air to race with my boats!
When night comes I bury my face
in my arms and dream that my paper boats
float on and on under the midnight stars.
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them,
and the lading ins
their baskets full of dreams.
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