Seagulls

Their happy hearts run

On these sands; do their simple minds

Fall in love?

To answer that; I raise

Your hands

In front of my face

I blow gently

Into your palms

Determined to keep your hands

From ever feeling the cold.

Besides, birds of a feather

Should keep the other

Warm.

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