The bird takes flight,
on a cold winter's morning.
Yearning for warmth,
Yearning for Love.
.
It's winter and the sky is blue,
a wonderland of cotton and dark chocolate.
The bird dances,
The bird searches.
.
Still Blue is the sky,
no cloud, no bird, no airplane, no falling rain.
Yearning for love,
Searching for love.
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The bird is now on the land, still searching.
The others creatures have runaway.
The bird dances,
The bird searches.