The seagulls at night...

In the day,
you fly not cause that's what you do,
but for your freedom,
you fly, with the help of your wings and hollowed bones,
you fly, higher than the epitome.

Don't loose your flight,
not with the lost sunlight,
your body can be distinguished easily,
a pure white,
don't loose life at night.

Fly free,
the sunlight takes time to come and go,
refraction you see,
don't loose your zeal,
you are the ruler of the great Caspian sea.

Cry soft,
fly high,
you won't get lost,
you know the nooks and crannies of the sky.

You need the sea,
the sea needs you,
you make the painting of glee,
white is the perfect match for blue.

The night's not unsafe,
nor is the sky,
not as long as you stay,
not as long as you keep the alert eye.

The Sea gods sent their angels,
angels are you,
this keeps the skies and land stable
White's the perfect match for blue.

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