Soft Air Is Ripe For Dancing
Soft air is ripe for dancing,
you feel the climate changing.
A hum leading tap,
raindrops chasing butterflies.
Woodwinds are no match.
The slightest touch a flutter,
melancholic masterpiece.
You feel the climate changing,
soft air is ripe for dancing.
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