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Hair
What is the mystery of hair?
Beauty that regales
Curls as song
Knots that bind,
Touches that long.
Blondes play in the sun,
Tempting amber shades,
Brunnetes brown and dark
Flirt with young age.
Fragrance fetching amorous smiles
Coconut oil dripping from soft braids
Decorating flowers falling to the ground
Without a strand frayed.
A conception of love.
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Ranjit Iyer
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