Flowers In Her Hair.

By TheProphetUntold

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I painted flowers in her hair,
pink, with deep violet undertones.
Budding in pure harmony with her
shy glossed, cherry scented smile.

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They must have blown away
in the storm of conscience.
As she passed through its mist
and a hundred prying eyes.

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Published on Monday, January 11, 2021. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

A repost, revised. (For snowdrop) circa 2009

Comments on "Flowers In Her Hair."

A former member wrote: This is beautiful
A former member wrote: it's one my favourite of yours too, this voice of unclouded reverence...a tender worship... then an impeding awareness, plays like a grievance on the mind.
A former member wrote: Kills me. Ever and always. I want you to know... I carry this poem with me everywhere.
A former member wrote: I've been waiting patiently for you to bring this back.
On Wednesday, January 5, 2011, Corinthian (306) wrote:

very very pretty reminds me of vermillion pt 1
On Wednesday, January 5, 2011, Corinthian (306) wrote:

oh noo noo pt 2
A former member wrote: absolutely beautiful imagery, for a moment i thought i was lucky enough to stumble onto a happy poem on DarkPoetry but alas not. still a wonderful piece :)
A former member wrote: love the imagery, the subtlety..... it lets the images talk for it, as it perhaps should... those damn prying eyes.... the looks that is violence in its being.... don't you want "passed" rather than "past"? Well done, lad. *bows*