a god has decided to take
shelter in your hair
in the right shade of late afternoon
light you can just make out the
faintest bit of its smile
their is a certain spark,
almost like the fizz of mineral water,
that dances about your head
there is a god living in the
essence of your hair
smiling to all those you meet,
inviting us in to stay awhile.
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