she woke to the scent of unscraped henna
infused with eucalyptus oil
hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride
expectant, once upon a time
Expressing myself through poetry
Expressing myself through poetry
she woke to the scent of unscraped henna
infused with eucalyptus oil
hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride
expectant, once upon a time
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Wonderful, Sonya, the way you described it. :)
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. It is beautiful.
All good wishes,
robert
And then there are marriages that last lesser than the time it takes for the henna to wear off 🙁