Seagull breeze

…So if I would be flying right now
spinning in the humid breeze over a sea of souls
I would be called the soul seagull…
…And if I would be diving
splitting a second like breaking a tide with my wings
would I be called by anyone?!..
If I would be calling for my fate to appear
up on that cloud
my cry would only start storms over the soul seas of dark
So I gather my small amount of words in a prayer
hoping my sigh will meet an ear…

6 thoughts on “Seagull breeze

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    The cadences of the poem match the soaring and swooping of the allegorical “seagull”,an excellently well executed poetic exposition.A triumph of the craft.

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  2. lokesh roy

    enjoyed the poem-from my chambers-the much needed respite from a grueling court session,with seagull &breeze bringing some comfort !

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