Vines sprout thick at the top of her head
Making way for the beautiful sprouts they bear
An array of colours so vibrant
And textures so different
Oh how envious we all must be
For no one could foresee
This blessing from the gods
In a calm graceful way
She smiles as she sees her reflection
For she just realised
She grew flowers in her hair
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Vines sprout thick at the top of her head
Making way for the beautiful sprouts they bear
An array of colours so vibrant
And textures so different
Oh how envious we all must be
For no one could foresee
This blessing from the gods
In a calm graceful way
She smiles as she sees her reflection
For she just realised
She grew flowers in her hair
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