A momentary flutter at the forest floor, and there she was; with outstretched wings, she dared take flight.
Through tender leaf and misted branch she rose, desperate to know the morning’s glow.
Oblivious to these limitations of flight; she struck her cadence upon ‘papered’ wings; “hope” and “will” as they were forever known.
Releasing this life of earthly bounds, to greater heights – where spirit dwells.
You see, my loves…
Only the heart knows our truest glory; and only the heart may find our way.
In peace…
Namaste ❤️
Photo: Viarenich Olga Photography
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