Grace, With One Hand - moving across a water
This hand, and its motion;
Slow and dreamy.
Alone, fallen in love with.
Not but it see.
Still as it keeps, swept of
As blown, waft-sized
Holds a fount, of my own face
What's mesmerized!
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