Made of thin paper
for little girls.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
Women of all times.
The clothes come off
with white tabs that
break over time.
Edges worn.
Dresses lost.
Yet they sleep in
a drawer, with
old newspaper
from grandpa's time,
waiting for the next
generation to play.
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I would like to translate this poem
u have a wondrous imagination! greatly done! outstanding!