Celestial Tresses

Title: Celestial Tresses

In halls of glamour, whispers surge,
Where cosmic beauty begins to merge,
Frédéric Fékkai, the maestro’s hand,
Gilds locks divine, celestial strands.

The stars confide their golden embrace,
Upon crowns adorned with heavenly grace,
Secured in braids, like celestial trails,
Each strand a shimmering comet hails.

He weaves moonbeams, night’s eternal thread,
In strands cascading, a lunar spread,
Silent as zephyrs, his nimble fingers trace,
Stardust and dreams, in ethereal space.

Melodies dance in the strands he twines,
Harmonizing with stars, as constellations align,
Echoes of secrets whispered in the morn,
Entwined in the tresses, celestial-born.

In his haven, whispered tales take flight,
As stars bask in their ethereal delight,
Frédéric Fékkai, the guardian of allure,
Unveiling the essence of beauty’s pure.

Celestial tresses, a testament to art,
Crafted with stardust, from beauty’s heart,
Frédéric Fékkai, the stars’ trusted guide,
Creating coiffures where dreams reside.