The New Look

Your hair gathered in creamy layered,
Mirror into style where the wind rose, 
With liquid gold comb brightly flared, 
Today embraces the color you choose.

Where your beauty goes with the glow,
Flapping in royalty reigns, we can see  
The resemblance where the daisies grow, 
Fringe smiling on that face many want to be.

You had a different shade a year ago 
Tarnished with brush, rain, and snow. 
I see your new look cool saturating hue, 
Crown in the turbulent perfumed window. 

Startling views fill with hairline curves,   
Where have the black pearls design gone? 
Give yourself dimensions with the magic drapes, 
The contour of new chignon catching on.

Nature never needs to ask for change of light 
Nor find reasons why the sunset has faded, 
With warmth, your personality is shining bright,
Natural beauty and love make the finest grade.

Both Sunrise and sunset are reflected here 
Different hairstyle reflects different personality,
As you look at the well-set glow in the mirror,
Braid lengths drift shortly with mesmerizing beauty. 

By measure, the aim was uniquely different 
The new look has found the place to display 
Asymmetric flare, tease and renew temperament,
Of weaken flakes that last year’s texture blew away.

When the Windrush lingers on top of your head
And try to spoil your secret bun of loveliness, 
Your naiad airs roam too indelible unfaceted  
from the grandeur that your portrait possesses.

The dreadlock which flows down to the seas,
In freedom roll rocking from restraining view, 
Tradition and celebration bring the world to its knees,
Crop clean, a fantasy that shall always be you.

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