There are white flowers in her hair, <br />blue-white stars when she laughs <br />in her eyes shining like rainbows, <br />with a own innocent beauty <br /> <br />with the coming of spring in the air <br />between the blooming flowers, <br />in rainbows shining like her eyes, <br />she finds where the prettiest flowers grow, <br /> <br />she is bounded to loveliness, <br />she notices roses that are dark like blood <br />in her eyes shining like rainbows, <br />but in her cheeks there is a gloss. <br /> <br />Delighted she stands at corn fields <br />clouds dark and white, <br />in rainbows shining like her eyes <br />there is somewhere a pot of gold.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-white-flowers-in-her-hair/
