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Winds ripple over waters pure

as I watch from way back there

the light bounces across the shore

I want to touch but do not dare

Sands quiver beneath the wind

my eyes caress the gentle scene

as the sun sets and the evening begins

I cannot to temptation lean

I'll watch from back here upon the rock

at the bliss that lays before my eyes

and wait here until for one last look

I cast my gaze on the fresh sunrise

then turn away and walk the dune

that held me away from this blessed place

I'll return here again alone next June

and perhaps join in lifes beautiful chase.