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The gentle breeze rustled the tenderness of your hair
It fluttered around my face with its sensation
I love the cascading cadence
as it falls
down to the deep hollow of your back,
...and gather together like horse whisk.
I love its gentle golden glow
as it casts to life
the bright beauty of the sun.
But let me touch this gentle hair
and partake in the assemblage of God's scattered