The wind that sweeps the gull
salt in this air ...
All in one cloud the sky
leaves and rain ...
Here it hovers high
disappearing at every turn ... Here it comes again
she almost touches
a shiver shivers ...
Settles a second wave
moaning among the sea-foam
flying rocks ...
And the echo resounds
still as he flies far away ...
Roberto 27.01.11
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