Portrait
She moves like a creature
with a spring tied to her soul.
Sometimes she is too full of joy to speak.
Her glee bubbles out of her throat in a squeal or a shriek
and it fills her face like the sun
she is movement. she is play.
she is my GET UP! HAVE FUN!
she doesn't mind when she falls
she has learned how to run
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