In these locks

In these locks

.

Not before did I understand,

In all those songs and all my reads,

The true value of these long strands,

The real beauty of those thin threads.

.

Her hair was long and cascading

Of warm bronze colour, calm beauty,

Oh, all these years – how many? –

Took it to grow to this dreaming?

.

If I could touch, if I could feel,

If in these soft locks I could pass

My fingers and, oh so gently…

If, just for a second, I dared…

 

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