Surrealism​

A place where rocks become plants,

green shadows on bright blue sky,

listen the birds sing soft chants,

close your eyes, should I start to fly?

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Dancing seagulls of the flock,

flying low to catch a rock.

Dubious flight over the stone

let me fly along on my own.

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