" A Look"
"A Look" What is the fascination, what do they come to see? A portrait done in flesh tones, or some hidden mystery? When she sat and posed for him, did she smirk, or feint a grin? Was her look meant to beguile, or was it just a subtle smile? Did he insist on how she look, or did she disagree? The end result, a masterpiece, that people yearn to see. The Louvre is where she now resides, crowds wait to see her face. The Mona Lisa calmly sits, and looks at them with stlye and grace.
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