The Seagull 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
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