Paper Planes

Whispers scribbled in the fold; secrets carried,
Stories told.
Crash and burn,
All glide with grace; each one leaves a fleeting trace.
They rise, they fall,
They disappear; but somehow they still linger here.
Paper planes high in the sky, touch the clouds,
Then say goodbye.
Catch the wind,
Don't look behind; paper planes don't need a guide,
Don't need a guide.
No runway, no control; just a heart and a soul.