Graffiti art: Sisc
Poetry: Oana Maroti
Hairstyles we share,
the roads we crossed in time,
forced to leave
from places we called home,
outsiders,
nomads in search of a roof.
Spaces
where one can reflect
life as it is.
Roots grow,
interconnect,
hair grows,
thoughts intersect.
Shapes and shades…
Par de om, human hair
branches out.
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