gull
Near the street where there is a working river.
From the bank of the river rises a seagull in flight. Other gulls are screeching and the bank to get food, but not him.
lifts off and begins to fly in wide circles above me. You are leaving
behind everything that is not with him at this time. All that is not air, sky and wind.
E 'only, because this is his destiny.
Vira, and walks away, becoming a smaller and smaller.
I wonder how it feels to fly above all, how do you feel the cold air as it cuts to her body.
I wonder if you feel sad or free or enlightened.
If you feel alone.
0 comments:
Post a Comment