Grey Indigo Skies
Full of languorously
Low hanging clouds
Above a green gelatin lake
Delicately splashing
Hesitant ripples upon
A frozen desolate shore
Where a solitary seagull
feels sharp hunger pains
way deep inside and
Sings for a sign of Spring
Before a humming wind
makes it take off into
the late afternoon
still carrying hunger
awaiting rebirth like
all the rest of us
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