Thy Crown


As I look in the mirror

Upon thy crown

I observe my mane mixed

Black and gray

Moisturized with Shea butter

The perceived scent

Is like a lemon mint

Wrapped in pine

Refined

Wisdom shines bright

Brilliant as lightening

In the night sky

The rumble of the thunder

As a lion’s roar

The silken black and gray mane is immense

Witnessing

Considering a sublime arrangement

 On the precipice

In the scheme

The locks flow

A dream

Warm summer wind blows…

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