The beautiful ones are yet to be born
Starving eyes seeking to be served
Polestars are popping around the planet
Seagulls swarming in slothful symbols
The sky is swindling in seventeen shades
The willing and wild are winning the arcades
All I care is why your eyes
Will roam and roam on me alone
Photo credit: rihaji. Image link: Pixabay
In response to the daily prompt : cheat
a k o s i l e 
Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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I love Seagulls- from a distance… When they fly over I cover my head, lol! Beautiful!
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The catch words are “from a distance”. Thanks for stopping by. Hope no Seagull flies over your head today. Lol
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That poem is out of this world! Those last two lines tie it up beautifully.
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Thank you so much!
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