Only precious girls
Can give you melted pearls
When they are weeping woe
With non-talking dolls
They take a silent pause
To watch the autumn blow
Fragile lost face
Looking so out of place
Will soon forget the pain
Oh child if I may
Would each and every day
Bring sun instead of rain.
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To watch the autumn blow! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.