Butterfly Wings
Like a butterfly
who has gained its wings,
I long to fly,
To stretch out my arms and just fly,
To fly higher and higher
until the sunlight
glitters in my eyes,
Until the countries below
are just small shapes,
and the wild oceans
sparkle like pools of water in the afternoon sun.
I long to swoop down and glide the breeze,
Ride the wind as only a seagull can,
And I long for the craziness of this world
to be so small,
I can block it out,
hide it with my thumb,
To be able to still see,
This bigger, beautiful
wonderful
picture
of
hope,
Way below.
John Roberts
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