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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Your Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hair, a city of chestnut brown<br>With locks resilient like hands, steady ambidextrous hands<br>And the chamomile bliss and breeze in the land, <br>Subtly sit like an orphaned child</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hair, and the enticing air<br>Twisted and curled, devoured by a cicada<br>With pointed antenna beaming forward<br>Quantum leaps and celestial bodies reunited</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hair, of soft and cozy feel<br>Buried me underneath the aroma<br>Of coffee-laced and inebriated mornings, <br>In the strands of the rays of the Sun, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hanging by a thread, <br>Dwindling by the street lamps that flicker -<br>Ensconced in the premise of the night<br>And the eyes resembling a masked crescent moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then it should appear to me, <br>Like a fire and a name emblazoned on pavements<br>Talking like puppets and mannequins<br>With shunned eyes and stationary stances</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hair, not that I know of -<br>The surreal and bizarre complex<br>Of the strands and locks that entwine<br>With fate and time, leaving me dismantled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel naked underneath your hair, <br>And over your lips, your lips of iridescence<br>My soul, lit like fireworks in high spirits<br>My oh my, do I wish to be buried underneath your hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I couldn't see you, like time eschewing the breath<br>Of sunshine's mouth, and the prying moon<br>Then I shall think of your hair and not your feet<br>For it is in your hair, have I found divine solace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I run my hands and caress thy chestnut brown<br>Of a hair so delighted by the chandeliers and lamps, <br>I feel my soul runaway in the impasse, the opaque tunnel<br>Your hair not of the arbitrator, not the trivial, but the certain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hair of enthralling fragrance and glowing with poise<br>Like stellar eyes in the dead azure, not resurrected<br>I long for your hair, and for your soul, like water flowing endlessly<br>And perhaps my love for you, on a mountainside streaming like a river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</a><div class=q>
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With locks resilient like hands, steady ambidextrous hands
And the chamomile bliss and breeze in the land, 
Subtly sit like an orphaned child

Your hair, and the enticing air
Twisted and curled, devoured by a ci..."></div>
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