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GULLS

By Marisa Avogadro

Fresh diflucan without a prescription gulls
in nights of high tide.
Whisper of birds, what enchantment,
in espiraladas dances.

Its slow one to breathe what wave
that it breaks in the bay.
You and I
to the distance.

Birds that slide on the water.
Picoteos of candy and salt.
Wings that surround diflucan without a prescription and soul,
without knowing nothing else.

Gulls of abierto sea,
of sky, eternity.

Marisa E. Avogadro

Masters in Communication and Education. Journalist and writer. Argentina.