Identification Game
What we are playing is the identification game.
Sometimes I’m a tree whose branches are dancing in the wind
Other times I wake up and I’m a bird singing;
dancing to my own tune
When I feel special I like to be the sun,
unwavering and radiant, dancing together with the planets
And when I’m home I like to be love;
dancing with you while it’s raining outside.
What we are playing is the identification game.
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