Right at the beach, where seagulls hovered*

Right at the beach, where seagulls hovered low,
With sands beneath our feet, way way below,
How came whispering the breeze,
Warm through the trees that stood at the fringe,
At the Sandy sunny beach when seagulls hovered low,
How came the breeze, salty and how it did through us blow,
It took us far, far away from our house
We found the risings of that beautiful Apollo,
Whence at the beach, the seagulls hovered low.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Michael and Inessa Garmash, Courtesy : Alex Artista, Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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