Hair Bow
I lie low when the wind blows
like my little pink hair bow
so write it all on the line
put my feelings out of mind
this not knowing ninety nine
percent of the time
could this be God’s design?
I lie low when the wind blows
like my little pink hair bow
my moaning heart keeps going
going through the motions
and I’ll do the same wise work
even if it ends tomorrow
all in his way, my fellow
~ Stacy Sweeney
Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.
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