THE SEAGULL POET | TAKIS PIERRAKOS

The seagull poet is flying,
Hovering about everlasting moments
Hovering about silver sparkles,
Hanged in the air,
Watching precisely below.
All of a sudden, he swoops down;
By dipping his head
In the light blue nostalgia,
He pecks at live portion of eternity.

By Takis Pierrakos

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