Water
The green eyes turned
To the sky, the light,
Shining on her face.
The sea-blue pool
Shimmers at her feet,
Lapping at the thin
Delicate ankles. Her
Hair, occasionally caught
By the wind, falling
In front of her eyes,
Tickling her cheek.
Her long hair on her
Shoulders, as beautiful
As any poets dream of
Butterflies.
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