wind chime outside my window
winds of change remain the same
although uncertain futures often
bear the best fruit
half a world away pacified oceans
symbolize endless opportunities
for lasting peace
much like the butterfly
there are no boundaries as long
as there is wind to sail
and the wind
oh the wind
breathes forth new life
exhaling a new kind of love
never before seen
july two thousand sixteen
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a fresh breeze of a poem, John – lovely
thank you, Kathleen – all is not bad with the world, I just need to express it more often.