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At the crack of dawn
I can hear bells
softly ringing,
At a distance
from bopping buoys
In the warm
misty harbor.
~*~

As I walk towards,
The boardwalk, by the shore
Where the sweet fruit
Of my life
Is patiently waiting
On a bench
with her hands crossed
On her lap
Like a proper lady
She's Waiting.
~*~

She squints her eyes
Towards the eastern horizon
To view, the heavens
Aflame
With the brightest of orange hues
As a new day, is at hand.
~*~

A gentle breeze
Ruffle her golden strands
Of shoulder lenght silky hair
Slightly obstructing,
Her view.
~*~

She, being the proper princess
Allows only Nature
To rearrange her hair
As she gyrates her head
Gently side to side.
~*~

As zephyrs
Softly blow her hair
In Place
Away from the beauty
That blesses her face.
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By: William Bonilla
7/30/03