I had a dream, in which birds tipped around as if they were in Swan Lake, only with no tutus.
I then woke up, to a fairy-like land where birds float mid-air, with the snow flakes. Those birds, they call them red crowned cranes.
I had a dream, in which birds tipped around as if they were in Swan Lake, only with no tutus.
I then woke up, to a fairy-like land where birds float mid-air, with the snow flakes. Those birds, they call them red crowned cranes.