The Moon and The Gulls
The moon traces
Silver scars across
A silent seascape.
The wind holds
Its breath now the
Gulls have gone,
Carrying memories
Beyond the horizon line.
Resting out the night,
Lulled by the swell
Of blackened waves
That court moonbeams.
A temporary reveal,
A silver flash that
Tricks the gulls
To fish and flail.
The gulls return empty
Once moonlight fades.
And memories are
Once more lost at sea.
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