Un Sospiro -A Sigh-
With winter’s chilling sigh
Breathing through the air,
Seagulls continue to fly
Drifting circles—midair.
“Here”, he quietly declare
Alone to his crying heart.
On a colored beach chair
He waits lone to depart.
Seagulls call a plaintive cry
Circling over a silver sea;
Feeling his loss—his yen to die,
They turn away to flee.
A sigh escapes his lips.
He mourns a life ceded—
His cries go unheeded.
Grief grows unimpeded.
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Te Ue | Year Posted 2017
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