There was a meeting
on the shore near the calm sea
They gathered together
like a regular army
They talked a long time silently
peaceful words uttered
happy events shared

There they were
at their secret meeting
and nobody but a lonely poet
realized the sea gulls' peace event

The poet thought
they came from all over the world!

On the beach

Silence is cut by the waves
their whiteness calls innocence
The most fantastic taste is
the flight of the sea-gulls

The sound of the waves relaxes me
though there is a huge amount of water
Comparing it to the noise of the cities
it's possible to understand God's miracle

Walking on the beach rests my mind
What we possess in the world
is obliged to disappear sometime
like sea-gulls' sudden flight