March 20, 2011

light wings

I have sprouted light wings
in the wee hours of the morning
the wake biding sleep to wait
in the happiness of being

There is no particular reason. And yet again there are a series of little beautiful things since the new year.


Where do I begin? Happiness is so difficult to put to words! :)

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