Of Her Hair Poem by Spellshifter Poetry
Of Her Hair
A waterfall. that's your hair:
a dark current that embraces me,
offering no escape.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,hair
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10/25/2026 5:20:40 AM # rel_20261022T080914Z_e3039d4
Beautiful depiction of losing yourself in the free fall flow of her mane. I was once paid a beautiful compliment, him saying the smell of my hair returned him to his favorite summer day...perfumed of fresh picked peaches. Thanks for taking me back. PEACE