She sits by a pond in all weathers
Looking down shyly at the water
Her long hair tumbling over one shoulder
Watching the fish as they glide to and fro
The sun catching the gold and making it glitter
This lovely lady is only a garden statue
But whom, I wonder, when I look at her
Was the beautiful girl who posed for the sculptor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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