Barbara R Maxwell

Early in the morning, on a crisp bright day, seagulls soar high against a clear blue sky

High above the ocean, they swirl around so fast you can barely see them

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It’s a beautiful day.

Bright white fluffy clouds in the sky.

A slight cool breeze is gently blowing.

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Sometimes a miracle comes

It just happens

Unexpectedly

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I’ve lost my way

I’ve lost my purpose

Why I am here

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War

At a time of great strife

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It was snowing

The flakes were large and fragile

They looked like Queen Anne’s lace

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I’ve lost my way

I’ve lost my purpose

Why I am here

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After the rain everything is fresh

The city has been given a redo

There is a scent of clean in the air

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I can stand in darkness

I can be consumed by the sheer heaviness of it

How it over powers and takes over

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Ocean breezes fill up my lungs

Their air cleansing and healing

Invigorating me

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