The morning rays pierce my blue eyes,
awash in gold.
Sea birds above sing for my joy.
While I wait in tremulous wonder,
as the wind guides my treasure to me....
A ship, of shimmering gold,
her sails… fresh like morning cream.
My eyes do not betray my heart..
‘tis the wind that blurs my sight…
‘tis the wind.
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