In gloomy days I go out to the shores
Where the waves pull to them my suffering,
Then my heart with the soaring seagulls soars
Accepting the sky and its offering.
The foamy white is to my weary eyes
What a moonlight is to a blackish night,
And the mist that aimlessly roams and flies
Rests on my face after a dreary fight.
I close my eyes and feel the colder mist
That to my depth sends a kind soothing touch,
All at once, my pain ceases to exist,
So I smile without asking further much
This gloomy day I went out to the sea
And a dead seagull fell in front of me.
