was glowing and shining, and she herself was flying inside that glow.
She could do anything. Be anything.”
― C. D. Bell
I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.