Hair

An elegant curtain of fine silk

Drapes across her brow.

Hiding her intentions,

Confining her expressions.

In a world of masquerades,

and petty fools,

She is shaded and protected

Through that soft barrier,

It slides down,

A cascading waterfall

Thick as any impenetrable wall,

She laughs,

And no one is any wiser of it.

She smiles,

And it is as if she doesn't even exist.

And that is fine.

Because what the world doesn't know...

Can’t ever hurt you.

 

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