Dune

A poem

Above the sun-bleached sandy dunes
the sea gulls vent their piercing tunes,
soaring high, expressing cries
that mock the stillness of the skies.
Their aimless flight's tinged with salute
to freedom's bliss. None can refute
their claims to grace,
traveling past this lonely place.

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