“Come down to the sea”,
The seagull cried —
And suddenly,
I’d shrunk in size!
I sat upon
The seagull’s back;
Clung to his feathers
Snow-white, flat.
We soared above
The teal-dark waves,
O’er foam that covered
Sailors’ graves.
O’er jagged cliffs,
He took me far;
Then took me low
To spy sea stars.
Oh, happy time
I spent that day —
Above the sea,
Above the waves.
clarakatalin 
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