this kind of place

sun-dazzled
by its beauty
the dreamlike
sea gathers winds
music made of words of dunes
outside the world visible in
the fields of the heart
through the windows of your eyes a refuge
from the outside keep me in your arms
to be woven with your whispers toward the Bay

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