Braiding everything
The return of my
Hair crown
Signifies something
It is a message
Of longing
I braid my fingers
And my legs
And fold
Everything neatly
In a pile of
Colours
The sun is sharp
The loops on
My head
Sends specs of
Dancing
Lights
Around the room
Where my
Thoughts
Leave me tightly
Knitted and
Electric
Hair clips holds me
Together today
But I’ll
Let my hair down
When the sun
Beds me
When I disperse
On the pillow
Of dreams
About the Creator
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