Hi, bethstar here, this is a poem i wrote a few years ago. The Porcelain Doll The child's innocent hands, Reached upwards, To the forbidden place, Where the porcelain doll, Stands elegantly, So fragile and precious, Leaning forward, Standing on a stool, The childs hands, Grip the child's, Forbidden prize, But the small feet, Slip and fall, The doll drops, And into millions, Of pieces, The doll, Is shattered, Laying broken, On the floor, The child unhurt, Screams and cries, Until the grown-up, Lifts the child, From the floor, Too sad, To be angry. |
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