Hair
HAIR
In the tangle of curls, a story unfolds
Each strand, a tale waiting to be told
A canvas of self-expression, bold and free
Hair, the crown that shapes identity
From frizz to curl, from short to long
In the symphony of styles, we all belong
A mane of power, of beauty, of grace
A reflection of our inner space
So let your hair dance in the wind
Let its wildness be your kin
For in the strands that fall and rise
Lies the truth behind our eyes
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