the beautiful crane, so perfect
immaculate symmetry magnificent
elegant wings gently crafted
sterling sleekness so stunning
the purity is my escape
every fold lends its shape
emotion like hot vapor
the crane is only made of paper
paper crane, take away this pain
in the sunshine, i see rain
paper crane you are my friend
my broken thoughts, you can mend
fly away with no concern
it is the past for which i yearn
leave this place of plastic hate
before your mind and body separate
talk to me crane, tell me how
your existence remains always in now
i want to be a paper crane
to fly away from all the pain
the crane is only made of paper
emotion like hot vapor
every fold lends its shape
the purity is my escape
sterling sleekness so stunning
elegant wings gently crafted
immaculate symmetry magnificent
the beautiful crane, so perfect
Copyright © 1999 Keith Simmons
