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The beckoning distance, the call to “paradise”… Why are the birds of paradise silent? The wild seagulls must be smiling at them. Those above the wave are diving! They don’t like heavenly places. For them, life is a life of emotions. The seagulls call me to be their mate and laugh. They ask me to run from the pier and fly. To flap my wings high. And then they shout that precious word. “I love you!” For all the angels to see and rejoice in my true love. And then start my life all over again. By immersing myself in the wave! The kiss is tender, the look is touching. And romance dances beside, decorating the evening sunset. In the timelessness of positivity at the moment of the resurrection of love. There is a story of circumstance on the stage of life of negativity. An enticing distance, a call to “paradise” where the seagulls cry out.