I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
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Image credit: "Windy Morning," Po Mo painting by Virginia Lloyd-Davies (originally color).
An exquisite moment.
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