Sitting in the sun with the waves flowing over my lower body then retreating all the while I have sand in my butt. I heard a butterfly sitting on a crab, sobbing so heartbroken. The crabs distress was more than the sand flees could bare as they jumped high and far to escape the pain.
Sitting in the sun with the waves flowing over my lower body then retreating all the while I have sand in my butt. Seagulls hovering low to give compassion and empathy to their fellow flying brother, not really understanding the anguish of the once small caterpillar . Unable to swallow a fish from all the upset a young gull asks the monarch, “why do you cry an ocean?” The hush stopped the wind as if even the earth was holding it’s breath awaiting the answer.
Sitting in the sun with the waves flowing over my lower body then retreating all the while I have sand in my butt. The wailing of the small quiet voice of such a majestic flying creature broke the stillness as a sun going nova and the words, oh those words, why did they even have to be said, how did the world get to a place where those words had to be thought of. What kind of hate made those words necessary. My country won’t let me serve to protect it or live and love the one that is my mate because we are of the same.
Sitting in the sun with the waves flowing over my lower body then retreating all the while I have sand in my butt. I learned real shame.
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