In the gentle dance of morning light,
Hair cascades like rivers of silk,
Each strand a story of time and dreams,
Whispering secrets in a soft, hushed tone.
Through wind’s playful touch, it sways,
Embracing the sky with a graceful arc,
Tangles forming a tapestry of unseen paths,
Guiding wanderers to their hidden heart.
Golden rays ignite the hues anew,
Weaving warmth through every curl and wave,
A tapestry of sunlit memories,
Etched in the strands of yesterday’s grace.
In the quiet of dusk, it rests,
A silken veil of moonlit thoughts,
Cradling dreams in its gentle embrace,
Awaiting the dawn to rise once more.