Six Colors In Your Hair
There are six stallions in the meadow
Six colors in your hair
A breeze across blue flowers
Your laughter in the air.
There's a stillness on the water
A likeness in your eyes.
I can feel your smile
A warm sun in disguise.
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There are six stallions in the meadow
Six colors in your hair
A breeze across blue flowers
Your laughter in the air.
There's a stillness on the water
A likeness in your eyes.
I can feel your smile
A warm sun in disguise.
2 comments:
I remember this one. It takes me on tangents of thoughts with each and every line.
Thank you! That's a very interesting responnse to the poem. I like the idea that it provokes so many associations for you.
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