Sea breezes sweeping faces
The moon ascends the land
Then descends in lamp-lit traces
Shadowy memories hidden in the sand;
February's mantle briefly lifted
From tough grass and dunes
Watery sunlight carefully sifted
Promising days of June;
An invisible trace
An untraceable gleam
A familiar face
Fulfilling a dream.
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