Paperplanes

She travels the world in paperplanes.

She who knows not the color of the ink she sells on the roads,

She who gracefully hands 3 of 'em over to you at once and in haste

As if the ink would soon spill over her hands

And she'd struggle wiping it off

'Cause she needs to make sure her hands are not dirty,

Else you would not buy!

But would you still buy?

She who gracefully handed 3 of 'em over to you at once and in haste

Keeps one back to herself.

Perhaps she thought that it was a strange colour which may not buy you happiness

'Cause she who understands your happiness

Understands her unhappiness and knows you would not buy that strange, unhappy colour.

But are you happy now? Would you still buy?

She who gracefully handed 3 of 'em over to you at once and in haste

Keeps another back to herself.

"Not all colours can be strange and unhappy!"

But she settles at a distant memory of dismissal.

Perhaps someone from us has told her that the very colour is too joyful and she should save it instead! 

She is convinced that almost everyone has this token of joy with them already. 

Almost everyone owns this happy colour.

But she who understands your happiness

Wants you to understand her unhappiness.

And loses the crimson from her smile

But would you still buy?

She who gracefully handed 3 of 'em over to you at once and in haste

Keeps the last one back to herself

Because she did not have enough time to let this last colour speak to you

Or perhaps you did not want to speak to it at all

And turned your back.

She who understands the difference between happiness and unhappiness 

Is tired of living with the latter

And cracks open.

She still manages to smile in the same way how you managed to walk away without buying.

But you left her with a paper which was folded around your evening delight.

She wipes the last bite off it.

I do not know whether she has tasted. 

Perhaps the colour of the paper spoke to her

And she felt a little happy.

She folded the paper back,

In a different shape;

She let it fly and travelled the world.

Strange, she now thinks that it was you who made her happy!