A seagull soars above the beach.
There is a way to gauge how high
But not a way to find out why.
Science gives us tools to measure.
But when it’s time to sink or rise,
We take our lead from the gull that flies.
A seagull soars above the beach.
There is a way to gauge how high
But not a way to find out why.
Science gives us tools to measure.
But when it’s time to sink or rise,
We take our lead from the gull that flies.
Beautiful Harry…
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I like this poem’s optimism.
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Nice funky philosophy, Harry. Beautiful sounds, architecture and imagery
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Thanks DB.
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