Paper boats

There is nothing much I know of you,
except that you have extended,
a hand of friendship to me,
Boundaryless, sometimes faceless.

You reach out to me,
and acknowledge these
little paper boats I push out,

Thank you ❤

Paper boats!
What are those? 
These are thoughts,
I fold and mould them, 
I shape them into a shape, 
in the form of choice words,
and push them out so that they, 
linger a while in the conscious sea,
to touch different drops of the ocean, 
and be led by a current or jostling breeze, 
Until they simmer down somewhere, at ease.

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