Paper flowers in the wind
Gracefully at the might of my feet
Each petal bearing my sin, that would go unpunished
For their beauty, I beseech for thee.
Paper flowers amongst the pages
Hidden like valuable bookmarks
Endless pages with storytelling lines
All akin to my living lies.
Paper flowers on the stems
Growing and falling at the same time
Counting every petal- one to ten
Collecting my thoughts, of your shrine.