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The crash of voices ahead
A wave of salty water waiting over your head

You speak, but no one is there
To hear your sigh
A lone seagull, its sound flying over the ocean
But who will listen to its cry?

You are meant to take flight
But you are stuck on the ground day and night
What is the point of wings
When all you’ve ever needed is a pair of fins?

A bird watches life beyond a sheet of liquid glass
And stares at something that will never take a chance
Let me in, says the bird
Underwater, it is never heard