Mind blowing,
My attention keeps growing,
Onto new heights further than my own.
Dream chasing,
My motto still existing,
Means the world to me; rather be told.
I ignite at the flare,
At the sudden chop of my hair.
Because now I float along with everything else.
See me travel, smile gleaming
Come around cold fronts, the vision become striking.
Now I’m freed from being smothered into anything else.
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La Coiffure
PoetryAllons-y! Down a saccharine trail; why? I may ask what it will bring. Does the past have a history; Where's the visionary input? On our clothes, in our hair. We as women seem to forget the boon that set us forward- our glamorous minds never cease...
