paper man

 Sensitive, and light,

but folded very tight,

full of colours very bright

He discovers them one by one,

as he walks every step,

and opens every fold

As time passes,

and more folds open,

pattern changes,

and the folds once tight,

now become very loose

Until one day, 

they all open up at once

leaving nothing behind,

but a faded white paper, 

that was once very bright.

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