There is nothing more beautiful
Than barns and beached whales
Unaware of the grace
In purple broken wings
Touched by blessing and might
Whales begin from a place of strength
Babies in water
Floating swimming struggling
Gliding close alongside mothers
Coming up for new air
Made of sparks and oxygen
Seeing land and pushing away
Unafraid of large seas
And unexplored regions of the heart
poetry
1 comment:
seeing land and pushing away...
i love these words that close this piece.
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