Seagull

This poem is an attempt to recapture the magic of a poem I wrote in grade 4, of all times and places, which epitomized to my young brain the thought of absolute freedom … which was quite enticing.

soaring
sky
morning
glory

high above and far beyond

curling, cutting, dipping, gliding

roaming

set me
free
so i can
be

 


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