Fallen seagull

Posted on Categories belief, bird, change, contemplation, inspiration, Me, Poem, Poetry, seagull, sky, thegoldentears

Fallen seagull

lying there on the ground

disheveled shape

made from a plastic bag

one day you’ll fly free

and be reborn

from the streets you call home

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