The Rainbow Glitter Maiden
Sometimes A Poem Has To Be Written
My wonderful friend's daughter said her grey was her sparkly hair. If that is not a reason for a poem, I don’t know what is
A similar poem of mine for one of my Witch friends is called Golden Hair and you can read it here.
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She Has A Rainbow In Her Hair
Some Days. Sure I See Silver There
Mother of Autumn, Yes Amen
She’s The Rainbow Glitter Maiden
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She Wears A Rainbow With Such Pride
Mother And Daughter Side By Side
Her Autumn Colours, How The Shine
She’s The Rainbow Glitter Maiden
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A Beautiful Smile, Shining So
She’s The Keeper of This Rainbow
Silver and Gold They Sparkle There
In Her Wonderful Rainbow Hair
Always Sparkling Never Fading
She’s The Rainbow Glitter Maiden
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Comments (5)
Love this hippie chic vibe like lost lyrics of a Jimi Hendrix song.
This was awesome! I'm gonna call it my sparkly rainbow hair too!
I like this poem. It has a magical feel about it.
Wonderful poem and a beautiful way of looking at gray hair.
Beautiful poem. Well done.