The dance of the cranes


Synchronization of the cranes, they all watch me and smirk a grin of confidence.
They turn their attention to the performance and now im unconscious.

Each crane represents a bad memory ive hidden in what seems forever.
Its the wrong thing to do but in my view it all seems so clever.

Each crane dances in sync which portrays my overall life.
Then one of them outshines the other lilike a flash in the dark from a bright light.

It goes back to the others and another one comes around.
They all stop and stare at me, not a peep, not a motion, not a sound.

I close my eyes and dont acknowledge them as if they werent even there.
I pretend that they are casual beings, just beings of the rare.

Opening my eyes I catch a view of the cranes flying away, while they all smirk at me with the grin of acceptance.

I smile knowing that they will be back unless I commit repentance.

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