Paper crane

What starts as a piece of paper,
folded carefully,
pressing each crease with gentle hands,
wings folded out,
beak lifted, 
turns into a pretty crane.
The bird is perched on the table,
it ruffles its feathers,
then the paper crane takes flight.

Dedicated to a friend

Lucylemon

VT

16 years old

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