Watched Wind Wavelettes and wild flowers

Watched wind wavelettes and wild flowersWaves no rather riplettesSwish onto white sandy shoreA hush barely a murmorThen receding to sea once more.Yet the sea scape intriguesDark blue of the channels deepBright turquoise in the shallowsWhere silica returns the suns rays.But as I dream drinking the viewI sense dark eyes are watching.Every move notedevery thought assessedWho is this tha

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