forbidden land
seagulls
above roofs of the town
over
high branches
up
to the snowcap fade into the sky
they
have flown through
and
on the grey beach
in
the white horses
flocks
of seagull scream in the dawn
they
wake many from the deep of a dream
because
they cannot fly in there
Wonderful. oh those last three lines.
ReplyDeleteYour poems are like paintings, very nice!
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