I saw a lady from the back,
Her hairs were blowing
Together with the air,
As it shows the direction of wind.
She turned but,
her face doesn't exist,
Actually it is hidden
behind her hairs.
Her soft hairs remind
me of dandelion,
Going where wind takes it.
In the climate of peace
I found the lady with
Curly flying hairs & giving
Me a message to fly though
You don't have wings.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
I saw a lady from the back,
Her hairs were blowing
Together with the air,
As it shows the direction of wind.
She turned but,
her face doesn't exist,
Actually it is hidden
behind her hairs.
Her soft hairs remind
me of dandelion,
Going where wind takes it.
In the climate of peace
I found the lady with
Curly flying hairs & giving
Me a message to fly though
You don't have wings.
Hairs are a part of beauty.
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