Courtesy of Sarah Connor
The Seagull (by Sarah Connor)
Floating, searching, yearning cries,
Flapping in the waves at sea.
The seagull whispers tales and lies,
Its icy arms grab hold of me,
To draw me under and seal lips tight,
My breath submerged below the light.
When all is gone, the bird takes flight,
Its world untouched, unharmed and free.
Its secrets die beneath the sea.
A normal day…so seemingly
This was my bird on Thanksgiving Day. This is a brief intermission to my fashion post and I hope everyone enjoys their weekend.