Hair Brushing
HAIR BRUSHING
The golden water of her hair
Cascading over her shoulder,
Spilling and filling my fingers
With smooth cool fragrance
Of lotus blossom,
Smelled long after she rose
And left the room.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2017
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