I tiptoe to the places where the shore met rocks and sand,
As sensual as any man,
At night, the moonlight kiss my hands, and the night my foot, in unity,
I can look with pleasure over the sea,
And the shadow leaves prints that linger long after my time is gone,
With nature's natural song,
The deep tide caress me, I smile in memory at the bits and pieces that I remember from a book long ago,
I can remember it clearly so
My washed heart weep like the storm, and stands like the silhouette of lavender on the dune.
I will return to this-my--place soon.
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