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About seagulls… Do they truly choose
To lift off, soar, cry their welcome to the breeze,
The Sun, the skyline and the waves beneath?..
Or don’t they choose, and it’s a pre-set play?
And if there is no sunlight stay the birds ashore,
Nothing to see, no lightness to lift off?
The heart is open wide as starlight, yes,
And dancing to the tune of every breath,
And quivering to hear a beating heart
In resonance when near and slightly out of tune when far apart.
Come Sun, show the glory of yet unseen worlds,
“Blow winds, and crack your cheeks” as the storm unfolds,
As long as there’s today, there’s time to fly,
To see what there is to see, to feel, come, light!
Image: Seagull by Bert Knottenbeld on Flickr
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