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But when winter comes
You will go too

Away from the snow
Away from the streets
I will stand alone

In the heart of this shapelessness
Thinking about you.
Because I know
There’s a seagull.

Its eyes reflect lives
And its calls capture colours
Of which I would never know.
But I am not afraid.

For you’ve taught me
There’s something beyond this void
Though I see no colours
No faces behind voices

You bring them to life.

When spring comes
I will go to sea

To my seagull. https://collections.britishart.yale.edu/catalog/tms:42316

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