the river uncoiled itself
like an unloosed braid of hair
that desired to be brushed
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
the river uncoiled itself
like an unloosed braid of hair
that desired to be brushed
I always adored that line in MY LAGAN LOVE....the night is on her hair. My Da used to sing it for me...he was like my living gramophone...my living book...the best book I ever had.
