When the breeze passes through
Unsettled feelings flutter their wings
Flattering each other with casual brushes
Having an end effect of comforting caresses
Because there is no other emotion to compare.
Blue turns to pink,
Pink turns violet,
Violet becomes dark
and sunset fades to night.
Sand hill cranes dance to mate,
We light fires in the night to stay warm,
Lovers hold each other to make a point,
A home is where love is warm.
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