Birds Drifting Waves Crashing

As I sit on the Cliffs of Moher
Mind drifting
Waves crashing

And then the feather aerobatics begin
Atlantic puffin
Common gull

I watch all the birds
Soaring high
Soaring low

They dip
And they spin
And they fly in the wind

I become mesmorized
So graceful
So elegant

Drifting to the right
Drifting to the left

My mind drifting
Waves crashing

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