She sat
She sat
On the edge
Lit by
Diffuse sun
Filtering sky
Through leaves
Flow
Flames dance
In cautious eyes
Waiting
Longing
Forever searching
Demure lashes
Invite one
To gaze upon
The warming comfort
Eyes
Set in cinnamon tan
Symbol
Of a soul
Waiting
Longing
Forever searching
Yet warning
For thought flows furious
Just behind
Iris black
Looking forward
Yet holding
Back
Only for a moment
Waiting
Longing
To celebrate the laughter
As
She sat
On the edge
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