Her Gaze
She rests,
Head on the table
Her hair flowing freely
A damsel to behold
Dressed in cream
Her gown ends just above her knee
Fitted to fit
From shoulder to hips
She rests,
As a featherless bird
Her flight is still far...
But her gaze on me I await
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