Porcelain cracked
Silk, dragged
Beautiful curls in knots
Sits alone, in front a window
Never being touched
Use to be loved
Use to have care
Now it's all alone
Watches them walk
Watches them talk
Little Porcelain doll
Watches the seasons pass on
Spring
Winter
Fall
But alast
Summer hasn't past
It's lasts the longest for this poor doll
That Porcelain cracked doll
That silk dragged doll
That beautiful curls in knots doll
That's alone
All alone
Watching out that window
Waiting to be loved, by someone.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice parable in a poem. Thanks for sharing, Irwin