Look, a seagull carries hope
with the sun across the sky;
through miles of blue
dreams migrate.
Listen, voiced in the wind
the touch of every gust
begs of you
to loosen your hair.
Await the ocean's depths
for thoughts will surface
like whales,
dive but always surface.
Come inside, get warm
I'll be by the fire
in every flame,
reaching...



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