Four poles, four people, and I have four corners.
The color in me is red with a white background.
People like my colorful side, so they like me outside.
The strife of words has a momentary fragrance.
My simplicity requires the exclusivity of life.
My first fold is rather simple,
Closing the doors to my white side
And revealing my colorful side.
My second fold is mythical,
Making me smaller while enlarging my weight.
My third fold is about keeping myself.
My fourth fold presents me to the whole world with layers.
Before my fifth fold,
I must fold myself into diamond and open up.
The last fold makes me lenient.
Now, I am a boat,
Discovering myself in this ocean.
Summary:
Here the poem is referring to making of craft boat.
With each fold there is symphony with life.