Beautiful Poem

“She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing.
The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about
to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that
 something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared
 something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

Thank you my dear friend Susan for sending  me this beautiful poem
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