photo: Rabbit Island, 2011, the years go by but the gulls are the same
We don’t hold hands/
but we are not too far away/
we share the same wind on the same sand/
without stepping on each other’s toes/
Archives par mot-clé : seagulls
#3006 poetry
Oh ! but the rest of the day !
scanning the horizon with my eyes
whitish birds are screeching
they are not all seagulls
then the ripples of water that sparkle
like the laughter of a child on Sunday