Flying with no direction
Attracted to a prism of colors
Following the blinded intuition
Green...red...purple and blue.
Faster than the blink of an eye
Merging with the invisible wind
A movement undirected and sly
Stretch and sway and bend.
So cold are your hands on mine
Shaking yet still holding on
My heart, my love, I kept in line
Can't stop on my own...
I flutter when you look at me
I flutter when you call my name
My heart flutter secretly
And I smile to hide it all and its beauty.
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