“White caps appear between the grey”

White caps appear between the grey
Of the free and angry sea,
As I stand with hands pocket deep
Tasting the salt spray on my lips.

Wind blown tresses cover my face.
Whisking them away
I feel the flame of your presence;
Turning I meet your ambient eyes
And again I’m warm with you near.

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