His fingers played with a golden lock of hair that had spilled down her shoulder.

Suddenly a spirit appeared, all in white, with long newspaper wings upon its back and golden locks about its face.

Oh, girl of the golden locks, from what far dreamland do you come?

It seemed that Sadie had become a frustrated artist and her golden locks, the canvas.

Those long golden locks could be seen a mile away on the battlefield.

He ran a quick hand through bright golden locks and made a wry face.

Swan was a real curiosity with his golden locks.

His golden locks fell in becoming disarray over a high white brow.

He knew how the wind off the river toyed with his golden locks.

The woman, still fingering her golden locks, got off on the next floor.