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 ❤
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.