a gull leaves port
and takes to the sky
where the clouds reign as
regal wisps of dreams
upon the clear blue seas
where ripples dance away
toward a sailboat passing by
people wave "hello, hello"
their white sails and
our white dreams
all float upon
the clear blue seas
we will navigate the seas
with their white sails
to find our white dreams
before the gull returns.
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The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.
