Flying high on the edge of the world,
As if it is to find its lost love.
Carried away by the wild sea below,
Sees an army flying above.
Blown by a storm it gets lost in the wind,
Amused by the skyscrapers so tall.
But there comes a white flash of its kind,
Carries him to where he belonged.
He diddled and fiddled with serene joy,
Before he perched the magnanimous dock.
Huge ships tied up with anchor and ropes
The seagull sings merrily to the flock.
In his glorious flight to own the dawn,
A moonlight beam came to face.
Soaring higher and higher to the moon,
Silver shadows he could trace.
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