The Seagull hovers in the sky,
She knows exactly what she wants.
The blast of wind and her wings fly
Obey to night and nothing more.
She flies and flies so far away,
The freedom makes her feathers move,
The trembling heart whispers her: «Stay»,
What is she going now to choose?
The future is so enigmatic,
The fears vanished in the past.
The Now hugs are so warm, aesthetic..
So she keeps moving with wind blast.
The Seagull
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