Author Hiroaki Sato The flock of gulls, voices swallowed in the dark sea, must be already rising to their feet on the face of the sea far in the darkness. The lamp was at least illuminating the rain at the bow. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments