so special is your hair <br />without <br />a seconds and <br />a countless of gesture, your <br />fingers wish <br />to touch <br /> <br />your glooming <br />hair <br />in your head <br />looking back the comb <br />that splashes the <br />thinned <br />shinning hair, as it flashes <br /> <br />all the oily <br />smooth curly strands, where <br />between its <br />length <br />the little tiny lies wish <br />to reach <br />the bottom <br />views of the beautiful <br />hair <br /> <br />my bosom friend <br />love to settle <br />her magnificent glows of gems <br />I kept it a <br />blinks for a while, tempted <br />to smell <br /> <br />wondering what <br />would it be, yet! <br />so fulfilling <br />to <br />blow the wind <br />dazzling to reach the <br />alluring hair <br /> <br />of my beloved <br />friend, the only precious <br />gems she <br />possess until, the beautiful <br />angelic hair lost it’s <br />fragrance of <br />existence, a glimpse of <br />dust mesmerize <br /> <br />the memories of the YOU<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shinning-gem-s/
