One Lone Seagull

One lone seagull
different somehow from the rest

he never gave up

no matter the cold
     or the rain
          or the pain
he flew

giving all he had to give
     to live

higher and higher into the sky
touching the clouds, o'er the mountains on high
till all he knew was the rhythm of wings
that moved him to a state that brings

infinity through heart and soul
until soaring soul became the whole

? Michaelette ?

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