Charles Marshall


Short Hair


As I walked in the house
I viewed the short hair cut
Parted on the left
Flowing over your forehead

Front curled to the right
Tapered to the ears
Feather curl to a fade in the back
Showing your dragonfly tattoo on your neck

I starred, said Woo Wee babe
What a beautiful hair cut on you
The short hair cut with your beauty
Face accents and jewelry accessories
You created a work of art for me to admire

Submitted: Friday, January 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 30, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/4/2013 3:49:00 AM)

    You create a work of art for me. thanks for the poem.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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