Another, smaller seagull
paced across the wooden ashes
of yet another sunset…
No waters followed,
feathers scarce,
like unrepentant memories…
Again, alive it seamed,
so selfish,
screaming for a nest-shape…
Au revoir ma chère,
à bientôt, my lover
of way too many mornings
resting on your decks;
I called a helper,
harbouring forever
a life, a sentence, all together,
of unforgiving, hollow wrecks…
Photo: http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gull#/media/File:Seagull_in_flight_by_Jiyang_Chen.jpg
Excellent.
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Thank you, Sir!
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Greetings
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