Title: Thy Flowing Dress

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

PoemsbyBruce