Wings unfurled
The gull takes flight.
Racous calls
I ponder my plight
Why am I restless?
Why am I sad?
What can release me?
Why is it so bad?
Waves crash
on a beach of sand.
Cold water
touches my pale hand.
I am restless.
I am lost.
I will find myself.
But at what cost?
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