Title: Thy Flowing Dress
By: Bruce Hackmann
She walks the beach, oh so peaceful
Even cloudy days ye beauty shine
Waves of crystal makes me wistful
Thy flowing dress enwraps my shrine
By the ocean on a velvet breeze
Golden threads tenderly brush thy cheek
Ye porcelain skin touched by the seas
Such deep beauty, the treasure I seek
O'er her face
Above thine eyes
How sweet thou place
Bright waves of golden skies
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