On this cold November morning, the wind howls with painful sounds

Screaming like an unbridled beast that rages under icy torrents

High in the sky a wounded seagull fights to maintain her graceful flight

But instead surrenders and falls at my feet

Blood around her beak she looks helplessly into my eyes

Without fear, only the resignation of her coming death

Her last breath will not delay much longer

My heart is cut to see this white bird dying

Fallen from its proper place in the sky

Blood mixing with the rain in her feathers

In this eternal moment I forget my pain

My broken heart, past deceptions and burdens vanish

All lost in the majestic seagull gasping its last

At my feet she lay dying

Twin tears, lost in the rain, roll from my eyes

As a smile of sadness crosses my face

For that one moment, I see clearly once more

How my pain fades away like a bird vanishes in the sky