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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344763" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Seagull</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see your familiar figure; I hear your raucous cry, <br>As you catch warm currents of air, way up on high; <br>You decided to turn tail, and head many miles inland, <br>Leaving behind shimmering seas, and soft, silken sands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a hot summer's day, I yearn to be down by the coast: <br>Down by the water's edge, is where I love to be the most; <br>Given the choice of being land-locked or down by the sea, <br>I wouldn't have a single doubt where I would rather be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As you fly onwards, you are cooled by the summer breeze; <br>You travel over hills and dales, and woodlands, full of trees.<br>I cannot comprehend why you have left your heavenly home: <br>Why, over unfamiliar territory, you've now decided to roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why journey so far inland, to search for some man-made dish, <br>When, way out at sea, you can forever feast on tasty, fresh fish? <br>Your chaotic chorus of calls is such welcome music to my ears: <br>I recall my visits to the sea, and those memories bring me cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, and your kind, circle slowly, cruising around and around; <br>Your lean, dark shadows fleetingly caress the hot, baking ground.<br>On such a lovely, summer's day, like today, do you all really rate<br>The joyful and jolly seaside below some sprawling council estate? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon your two white fairy-like wings, the glorious sun glints: <br>The bright sun shines upon you, giving your wings a silvery tint.<br>Sometimes, late into the evening, as the darkness slowly falls, <br>I see your flock flying eastwards, and I hear your farewell calls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suspect you're flying seawards, leaving locked land way behind.<br>I wonder if, by being born by the sea, to its beauty, you are blind.<br>I feel so sad to see you all departing; I feel so sad to see you go, <br>But chances are that you will all be back for tea again tomorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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As you catch warm currents of air, way up on high; 
You decided to turn tail, and head many miles inland, 
Leaving behind shimmering seas, and soft, silken sands.

On a hot summer's day, I year..."></div>
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