A lock of hair locked in its box alone:
Unknown, unseen, unkept beneath the rocks.
A Lock of hair is stroked by water's hands.
In comfort it is kept: the box, the strands.
A lock of hair keeps cool immersed in sands
Of shore, in sands of time, those precious lands.
A lock of hair, rem'niscent of a love
Long gone, but kept alive, unspoken of.
A lock of hair carr'ing meaning far too great
For minds to comprehend. That is our fate.
A lock of hair reminding us of things
We fail to see - of truths that sting, then ring.
A lock of hair: a symbol worth a thought -
A second glance - so that we might be taught.
-Phil
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