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Sunday, March 11, 2007
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.
I remember this one. It takes me on tangents of thoughts with each and every line.
ReplyDeleteThank 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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