Oh how i wish
you to be soft as silk
creamy & fluid so much as milk
with power of tons to stay at your place
no matter how brutal be attempts to debase
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How i dream
to turn, twist and toss
touch of red to make you gloss
sometimes a bun, a sloppy curl
& some layers to add to the whirl
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Now, when i see
you losing your roots
i skip a breath, my wish gets dilute
ends get split and not to be displayed
and who is to be blamed for the grey shade
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Oh i go sad
when i see you dry
worse it become no matter how i try
oiling doesn't help, wavy you get
magic is lost, or you want some "set wet"
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Only when #doveplay comes to help
my long lost hopes gets some feed
soon shall be the day when you ll be freed
left-right, up-down will i make you strewn
you will be flawless, dancing on my tune
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(The dove play song - Make your hair dance on your tune)
(This post is written for #doveplay contest conducted by Dove in association with IndiBlogger)
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