Stars were twinkling through the foggy veil
When seagull flew over the sea.
The foam of waves formed in shape of a whale
When seagull wanted to flee.
The World seemed so quiet in night’s velvet robe
When seagull enjoyed his fly.
Nothing was better then to live and to hope
When seagull was flying to die.
Last flight
© Copyright: Гулькин Ос, 2001
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