Braid
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BRAID
That long braid
You make and leave to swing
Flowers of jasmine
Adorn it sewn into a string
That long braid
You let it fall below your waist
For bees to chase you
Upon it for butterflies to take rest
That long braid
Washed and kept open to dry
It is a bunch of dark
Clouds gather across the vast sky
That long braid
When releases an aroma of love
I rush to the door
To receive its rain from above
That long braid of your hair
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