The Seagulls called out to me
from my self-induced exile
spinning around in the galaxy of my mind
Their bellowing brought me back
to the shore of my existence
and with the scent of salt water and seaweed
A new adventure, they beckoned
as the sunlight played across the sands
and my feet touched upon the cold grit
Soar with us upon the wind
and watch the tide roll towards the wall
and wash away your wear and worries.
(Poem 3 of 30)
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