when seagulls fly in the citypublished: 2012-01-10
I love it when seagulls fly in the city. <br> I love it when things don’t make any sense.
When airplanes leave white trails in clear blue skies as if it were Summer. While it’s cold outside.
When we cross without colliding.
When saucers fly in moonlit skies.
When a plant drowns in too much love. And blossom dies in rain.
When a man says hello on passing by.
When seagulls fly in the city.