cyclopseven Ram (20 January 1965 / Malaysia)
As she releases the hair straight
The breeze couldn’t wait to caress
Her soft hair.
As she walks across the floor
Her hair dances vivaciously
To the rhythm her feet takes.
The hair, her hair
Carries the weight of her charisma
Swaying to the gentle motion of her existence.
I admire her hair from a distance
And smile silently to my heart’s content,
When her hair turns and smiles at me, seductively black.
Shines like silken thread
To match her glowing beauty.
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