Annie Ning - Her Hair

Like a waterfall it falls,
Down the small of her back,
A waterfall of beauty
In a field of dark black.
Unmeasurable elegance,
It ripples in the wind,
Sending chills down our arms,
Goosebumps unpinned.
Hear the sound of water rushing,  
Hear the crow cry out
A mixture of depth and beauty,
A fountain just sprung out. 
Her hair in best condition,
A bun released at last,
Narrow like a river,
Yet like the oceans,  
Vast.

Annie Ning

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