Happiness is a bird wounded with broken wing nested and listless perplexed by the ailing till she might soar again to make amends upon her healing and tentatively spread a shackled span to ride aligned upon the rising wind buoyant in the sweeping of the cirrust tailing high wild unbound to ark untamed and endless sapphire sky ever grace in full expression elevated on the swing regal in simplicity as larks at dawn do sing and to remember the fragility of hearts once bled on bended wings
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 0:15
That was so lovely. I love the cadence. I love the whimsical approach to the concept of happiness and so much air and light and buoyancy. Thank you so, so much. Beautiful