Seagulls white as the hulls of sleeping sailboats
Send out their cries joyous in the clear cerulean skies
Moored to the floating docks the Southern Breeze tied
To the Freedom of exploring horizons and shorelines
And barnacles on mooring posts as low tide drags
Away last night's skeletons and reveals today's promise
White sails hoping for wind: paradise for wanderlust-stricken souls.
Send out their cries joyous in the clear cerulean skies
Moored to the floating docks the Southern Breeze tied
To the Freedom of exploring horizons and shorelines
And barnacles on mooring posts as low tide drags
Away last night's skeletons and reveals today's promise
White sails hoping for wind: paradise for wanderlust-stricken souls.
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