Golden Hair
Whispering reeds sway in the breeze
As water flow to meet the boat
On top of which lies golden hair
Exiled for which of unknown deeds
Gently rocking away she floats
As yellow flecks light up the air
VunC, Senses For A Sestet
Date: 09/11/2013
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