My Little English
My little English is a Doll
who can say ”Ma-ma I'm so small”
and every word inside her Head
is just a temporary Star
a hot spice in her plastic Bread
that can not be eaten so far
but yet there is a secret crop
of dormant herbs under the Seas
and I expect the seeds to POP
in all my empty cavities
the holly matter of the Speech
will make Lost Objects float again
and I will be the Happy Witch
who keeps them on my shiny Pen.
Copyright © Simona Dancila | Year Posted 2014
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