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Flowers in Her Hair
2 ReviewsThis is a poem I used in one of my stories, Family, so plz read it.
The sun was bright, the birds took flight, as it rained again.
But she stayed, her hair in braids, so perfect to the ends.
Steady it fell, like water from a well, but she stayed and sat instead.
Her hair now soaked, like a cold damp cloak, draped gently over her head.
She liked the rain, it gave her passion not pain, so she breathed and smiled.
The others stared, unaware, she'd been like that for a while.
Her hair lay flat, dripping down her back, wetting her to her feet.
She didn't care, she felt no despair, her feelings were discreet.
They thought she was crazy, or just plain lazy, but she was only calm and frail.
They all went away, for the day, and left her with her ponytail.
The deer were at rest, the birds in their nest, none of them very brave.
But she stayed there, watched by the bear, who huddled deep in his cave.
The beavers in the dam, the fish swam, while the foxes were in their den.
But she stayed content, she never went, away from the open.
Her hair was high, reaching up to the sky, placed neatly in a bun.
And because of her deed, not her selfish greed came creeping out the sun.
She stayed out, when the others crawled about, searching for some place dry.
But as she was sitting, heroic and witty, she was granted by the sky.
The sun and clouds, all very proud, gave her beauty in her hair.
So instead of ponytails, so very frail, flowers on her head she was spared.
They bloomed right then, and stayed until the end, until they were taken out.
But remove them she would never, she'd keep them in forever, until new ones in its place would sprout.
The white yellow and pink, and more colours than you could think, were placed neatly on her head.
And because of the orange purple and blue, she always knew, they'd be there 'til the end.
Her hair was even prettier now, and it made everyone wow, as she passed by with her flowers.
She seemed to cast a spell, that overwhelmed, she now had special powers.
It was the gift, that she had wished, the one to bring out the beauty in everyone.
It made them all feel, so elegant and surreal, she no longer wanted to put it in a bun.
So she lived like that, never wearing a hat, and she was just fine that way.
But her beautiful flowers, used their wondrous powers, and made one man go and say.
I love you dear, I want you near, you've given hope to me.
She replied, very snide, You don't want my heart only beauty.
And she turned away, and ran that day, to her love which she had yet to find.
It was another man, who took her hand, and loved her for what was inside.
hope you liked it
But she stayed, her hair in braids, so perfect to the ends.
Steady it fell, like water from a well, but she stayed and sat instead.
Her hair now soaked, like a cold damp cloak, draped gently over her head.
She liked the rain, it gave her passion not pain, so she breathed and smiled.
The others stared, unaware, she'd been like that for a while.
Her hair lay flat, dripping down her back, wetting her to her feet.
She didn't care, she felt no despair, her feelings were discreet.
They thought she was crazy, or just plain lazy, but she was only calm and frail.
They all went away, for the day, and left her with her ponytail.
The deer were at rest, the birds in their nest, none of them very brave.
But she stayed there, watched by the bear, who huddled deep in his cave.
The beavers in the dam, the fish swam, while the foxes were in their den.
But she stayed content, she never went, away from the open.
Her hair was high, reaching up to the sky, placed neatly in a bun.
And because of her deed, not her selfish greed came creeping out the sun.
She stayed out, when the others crawled about, searching for some place dry.
But as she was sitting, heroic and witty, she was granted by the sky.
The sun and clouds, all very proud, gave her beauty in her hair.
So instead of ponytails, so very frail, flowers on her head she was spared.
They bloomed right then, and stayed until the end, until they were taken out.
But remove them she would never, she'd keep them in forever, until new ones in its place would sprout.
The white yellow and pink, and more colours than you could think, were placed neatly on her head.
And because of the orange purple and blue, she always knew, they'd be there 'til the end.
Her hair was even prettier now, and it made everyone wow, as she passed by with her flowers.
She seemed to cast a spell, that overwhelmed, she now had special powers.
It was the gift, that she had wished, the one to bring out the beauty in everyone.
It made them all feel, so elegant and surreal, she no longer wanted to put it in a bun.
So she lived like that, never wearing a hat, and she was just fine that way.
But her beautiful flowers, used their wondrous powers, and made one man go and say.
I love you dear, I want you near, you've given hope to me.
She replied, very snide, You don't want my heart only beauty.
And she turned away, and ran that day, to her love which she had yet to find.
It was another man, who took her hand, and loved her for what was inside.
hope you liked it
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