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A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic .. Soaring .. Gliding wings ...
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me ... Come here and fly ...
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free ...
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar
the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure
I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly ...
Poem: Gift Of The Seagull by Munda - Photograph: Ayhan ÇAKAR
Seagulls of Burgazada in winter, Princes' Islands Şehr-i Istanbul, Turkey
Kışın Burgazada'nın Martıları, Prens Adaları İstanbul Şehri, Türkiye
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