C8 08 - PAIN OF LOVE
-SAGE-
Dark
and
Deep
"Dark and deep. Just like the richest and the purest soil."
Mumma used to say this whenever she combed my hair.
" My daughter has the eyes of the greenest forest and the hair of the richest soil."
She would say.
Gone are the days. She isn't here anymore nor is her daughter pure anymore.
A soft sight escapes my lips as I place the hairbrush on the dresser