My Daughter's Hair by Clinton Arneson

Nov 2014

Thine locks,
like flocks,
of auburn birds on wing...

They speak,
unmeek,
for every living thing...

They say,
their way,
and silently they sing...

Of life,
and rife,
with beauty they doth bring.

Written by

Clinton Arneson Minnesota

(Minnesota)

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