Hair In the Breeze
She stands along the wet sandy shoreline,
her blond hair flowing freely, while the beach wind, comes to blow,
Her eyes upon me, smiling is she, toward me, in the distance,
as her beauty, reminds me, of reasons, of why, I love her so.
A work of art, she is, in this scene, in the making,
of which, no one like her, can ever compare.
To me, by god, she was made like an angel,
perfection made in heaven, from way, up there.
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