Your laugh rides on the back of the wind
Like a bird with her wings spread wide
soaring on the waves of an early spring breeze
and perches herself upon my listening ears
And your bird She sings to me
and she fills my heart
with such happiness and overwhelming joy
that I should weep with such sorrow
that the angels in heaven above
would pity my longing soul
if that bird should ever take flight again
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that the angels in heaven above would pity my longing soul if that bird should ever take flight again.. the bird, the song, waves, breeze, wind, joy, soo many ideas kept together to show what is in your heart dear Poetess. thank you very much. tony