At the foyer, waving her hands, She turned back, giving a view of her tresses! With the brightness of the dappled sunlight, she moves! {Caption} //WHEN SHE LEFT At the foyer, waving her hands, She turned back giving a view of her tresses; With the brightness of the dappled sunlight, she moves! She's no more within the earshot. A fortuitous incident, that happened to her.
