JB Writes Too

Sunday at the Beach 16/08/09

I saw three butterflies,
and they reminded me of you.
Then I saw a lone butterfly,
Moving through the air,
swooping —
enjoying the world,
doing its own thing,
and I thought: “Hey! That’s me!”
Floating in between tiny bubbles
and the great blue sea.
What pain endured,
In years gone by,
evaporates now.
As the sun warms my face,
Under palm trees,
and picnic aromas,
Hope is carried on the wind,
straight to my soul,
Sadness melts away,
Transformed now,
Into a new born spirit,
like that of a child,
And for the first time,
In a long time,
I see the beauty of the world.

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