Her eyes follow me
through the gallery window
Her presence is striking
never imposing
her soft, dark features
adorned by orange garb
Her portrait is first
to welcome art admirers
The other children beside her
Smiling, laughing
yet she remains reserved
wears neither smile
nor frown
But her eyes, they testify
She lives! As alive,
as real as you or I
even framed upon the wall
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