Rose sunrise, gulls fly
Above the blue sea
Soaring high high
white dazzle shine
Wings of sunglow pink petals
Circle beneath clouds.
Black shadow knives slash air
vanishing into misty shrouds.
From the peripheries, they come again
To ballet round the pole that is them
Two sprial out and land on the sand
I gasp in joy at what i don't understand
If i were a seagull so graceful and fine
I would stay in the air all of the time
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