Her Hair
Resting on her head with no fear,
Packed with skill, caution and care.
And running right beyond her hair,
It thrills everyone - even the air!
Dazzled I was sitting right there,
Gaping at her straight, long hair.
Copyright © Oluwabunmi Oke | Year Posted 2012
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