Your hair speaks

Posted on by verofurman

You turned your back.

The wind

swept your hair

and it seemed

like you were moving.

Don’t let me

read your thoughts.

The only language

I understand

is that of your hair.

Your hair speaks,

speaks,

speaks.

It speaks without

knowing.

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Published by verofurman

Veronica Furman was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, in 1978. She is a psychiatrist and a writer. She lives in London, UK.

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