Seagulls
Seagulls have been and goneBeach sits still, so emptySky with no sounds is so powerful Sand is constantly bathing Drying out salts on the shoreThe feeling that something is lostIs growing like the waveThe sand between my feetAnd time between my fingersSalty tears arrising from the seaNow We are both crying The sea tide against the ebbBoth threw few stones nearby And nowSlowly from behindThe son...