Like the branches of weeping willows
in old growth forests
full of moss and wisdom
growing and reaching
to embrace the earth
Sweeping
like finger tips caressing a lover
they follow natural curves
they listen to laughter
caught in the wind
I imagine if cut
you could see growth rings
thin or thick depending of
the love I've given
I grow them
not for vanity
but humility
to remind me
and to help me forget
more than just hair
it's a journey
to help me learn
to extend my arms
in every direction
and embrace
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