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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