Tender switch, we crossed through
moonlit valley. We danced until a
violet sheen echoed flight’s spun-
cotton clouds. Feathered, we wing
honesty, too. Nothing can’t be fixed.
Tender switch, we crossed through
moonlit valley. We danced until a
violet sheen echoed flight’s spun-
cotton clouds. Feathered, we wing
honesty, too. Nothing can’t be fixed.