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Pure Beauty Dancing

Pure Beauty Dancing

The daughter of Kevin O’ Mahoney
Known hereabouts as the driftwood girl
Her hair as gold as the rolling dune
With eyes deep blue and clear as air
Barefoot and ragged, not a word does she speak
Though her smile melts the heart of the hardest of men

See from a distance as she plays in the morn tide
As if each wave breaking were meant just for her
Slight in her figure she’s lost in the white foam
Then appears like a mermaid fresh from the deep

Rocks form her platform from where as the sun dies
She acts silent operas until light fades away
Then footprints so soft
Lead a path cross the tall dunes
As her ghost joins the dark clouds
And awaits a new day

Mike Simmons

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