Doll In Rags

Snowflake whispers
Upon grey veil of skies
An old friend, a doll in rags
Never gave up a spin of her dance

A golden leaf
Pale girl in red
Caressing all the tales I read

Close your eyes and take the ride
Adventure of all times
Little spark in a child’s eye
Dream beneath and sail away into the night

Dear friend, sweet doll in rags
Singing a lullaby to me
A very one, lost moments cascading deep
For last song of a winter nightingale

A verse upon horizon’s eyes
Cascading on me with all that sunrise
Shimmering voice of withering stars

A girl in red, a dear friend
Spinning above the sky of grey
Little doll in rags singing my dreams far away

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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