Chained Seagulls
Morning breeze on planet’s face
So blue once,
So warm now,
So sad for us.
With ink from depths ,
Covered all over,
The sea’s inhabitants
Cold rocks populated with their corpses.
Guilt?…mostly none.
Anyone? Something? Now!
Through clouds of dust
In chains of smog
Fly the once that were free…once.
Copyright © Luminita Stoica | Year Posted 2007
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