The Blue Crane

I made a wish

And wrote it on a piece of paper

This I folded and creased, pressed and set

Until in my hand sat a crane

Of startling blue

To match a summer evening sky

My crane and wish alike

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This crane I set upon my windowsill

Where I can see it every day

And think upon the wish

That I wrote inside this night

A wish that I’ll remember

Because it is my right

A secret wish to tell you

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My heart beats deep inside me

Hidden from the outside

So too is my wish

Hidden from the world

The heart of a small blue crane

One that’ll never fly

Except inside a dream