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