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My hair 🫶🏻
In fields of green, my hair does grow,
Like soft, flowing rivers, it loves to flow.
Each strand tells a story, of laughter and tears,
Through gentle breezes, it dances without fears.
In the morning light, it glistens with dew,
A crown of beauty, forever anew.
With every brush, it whispers secrets untold,
A tapestry of memories, precious like gold.
It frames my face with a tender embrace,
A symbol of grace, in every place.
Oh, how I cherish this gift from above,
My hair, a reflection of endless love.
to be continued....
© vivekparghi_official
Like soft, flowing rivers, it loves to flow.
Each strand tells a story, of laughter and tears,
Through gentle breezes, it dances without fears.
In the morning light, it glistens with dew,
A crown of beauty, forever anew.
With every brush, it whispers secrets untold,
A tapestry of memories, precious like gold.
It frames my face with a tender embrace,
A symbol of grace, in every place.
Oh, how I cherish this gift from above,
My hair, a reflection of endless love.
to be continued....
© vivekparghi_official
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