Something happy within me sings
lightly like the butterfly’s wings
as it gently, s  l   o   w   l   y   sways
above
and
alone
on the beach
always out of  reach
of sadness and decay
so full of life
each grain of sand
t-h-r-o-b-bi-n-g  
even in the most
iron heart
the pulse that excites and propels
                                         rise
the masses                        and
                               ­                                                  fall                  like              
  a                   v
                                                    e
w        ­                                                              s

­like a cloud on a sunny day
joyous and
lonely
all at once
what is this i hear
the thunder or spray
the salty wafts
that envelopes
beautyandsadness
that join to create
something so wondrous
sometimes i am like the brine
blue and gray
collecting my thoughts like i
collect shells
sometimes i am like the butterfly
blissful and content
But always i am.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
18.08.2012

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