the dog entertains himself on the sand,
the sun touches the sea
and makes again a silver pathway there
on which the wind dances
catching a current within the air
with mirrored sky and drawn out tide,
the expanse of beach has become grand.
the expanse of beach has become grand.
wind is bitter from the north side:
an insistent whisperer
rebrushing the dog's fur
and freezing the head off of me
the sun touches the sea
and makes again a silver pathway there
on which the wind dances
catching a current within the air
to turn motion into a visible delight
and that's just the reflection of something bright
and that's just the reflection of something bright
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