We all hope that the hair comes
out in perfect spirals
But we all know that some pieces will kink
and must be straightened again.
Some pieces tweak and turn
so we must recurl and start again.
Sometimes the pieces come out perfect and
it is in these times that we realize that
life is like a curling iron
no matter how many pieces just fall flat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very original and a great poem! i like it, thanks. keep writing! Athena *** words will change the world ***