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Today my mind drifts to a place
Familiar and mysterious the ocean breeze
Gushing and rippling with happiness
The waves curl and crest
On the sandy shore quietly rest
Are they free, free enough to not wave
Or are they truly bound
To the shore and the sea
Like a wild song, bound by lyrics
And the rhythmic beats

A woman, she is
Runs her own boutique
Arts and artefacts
She sources from the farthest and deepest parts of the country
Lost in the urban lands
Antique
Precious eyes
She has a penchant for the lost treasures
Restores and redecorates
In her boutique
A life
Dedicated to her only son
Young, at nine
Detected with the dreaded ‘C’
He lived his life
With all the love
Showered by his doting parents
A young boy, with a talent for paper craft
Made unusually beautiful flowers and quilled earrings
Never ever did the pain
Show on his face
Gifted child, knew his time here
Was short
Taken away at sixteen
Made most of it
A happy child
Early, one morning
He left this world
At peace, in his sleep
She lives on
The mother of the child
Finding lost treasures
From the deepest parts


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In their paper skin
Under the burning sun
Smile the paper flowers
In bracts, pink and white
purple or orange
Colourful red,
never fade or bleed
Evergreen in their woody homes
They fly with the wind
In their paper skin
Freedom,
It is gone.

I was once a free bird,
but jailed in my home now.

I can go out but I won't,
Freedom has a big price tag.

Iridescent wings, the butterfly sings
Purple sunbird, makes round trips to the marigolds, and flutters by the hibiscus
In moments of flight and being still
The wings sing a symphony mid air
A pattern of life and flight
As the eagle appears in the sky



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May I have the strength to pray for the wellness of all
And pray, that all the prayers be heard
Even if there are no prayers, the sufferings of all be gone
And be cured and healed
May we have the pleasure to meet and greet
May we all share the shores of sunshine
And dip our feet in the calm sea waves
And not be bothered about any other wave
May we all, be equal in the brand new day
and love be the binding force
Care and kindness, care for no race
May the march to peace, in every step be pieced together, spanned in time
Through the pace of life
Paved for the future infant steps
And not a soul be burdened by fears
Mortally aware
Such a day, for I truly pray
For one and all


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