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The Most Beautiful Hair
It begins at the crown
where morning light first touches
the geography of her scalp, then
tumbles
like
water
finding its own way down
the curve of her neck
Each strand a story
Each curl a question
flowing mark into
floating in the next air
AUBURN
&
CHOCOLATE
&
CARAMEL
&
COPPER
braided
together
by
invisible
hands
of genetics
and time
and care
and touch
She shakes
her head
and the whole
world moves:
ripple
ripple
ripple
ripple
ripple
through
silk
Her hair catches light
catches compliments
catches fingers
catches breath
catches
eyes
catches
herself in mirrors
wondering if she knows
how beautiful she is
when every strand
speaks
in
tongues
of
shine
This is how hair becomes poetry
becomes movement
becomes the most
beautiful thing
about morning:
the way it falls
and rises
and falls
again
into
place
like it was always
meant
to
be
exactly
here
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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