The Doll Has Been Collected
The doll has been collected
And she is on the shelf.
Her pure soul is empty
And one can`t hear her breath.
There is a rusty needle
In the doll`s gentle heart.
And this heart`s slowly bleeding.
But nobody sees that.
The doll will keep on smiling,
Her eyes are like bright stars.
She is alive but dying
Because of whom she loves.
Copyright © Saniya Galeyeva | Year Posted 2011
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