The poet picked up a doll from a stall selling dolls for the Girls
Festival or Doll Festival. The sweet little face and charming clothes, the life and humanity of this lifeless
mannequin, the memories of childhood, the softening of the heart calloused by time, - these are
fell when the poet realizes that he is smiling at the doll. One almost feels that men were made for dolls,
not dolls for men. wow so lovely .
Lovely dolls
man's amazing creation
matchless.
In the night
do they come alive at night
what do they talk!!
Written for Carpe Diem #836 Doll's Festival
Festival or Doll Festival. The sweet little face and charming clothes, the life and humanity of this lifeless
mannequin, the memories of childhood, the softening of the heart calloused by time, - these are
fell when the poet realizes that he is smiling at the doll. One almost feels that men were made for dolls,
not dolls for men. wow so lovely .
Lovely dolls
man's amazing creation
matchless.
In the night
do they come alive at night
what do they talk!!
Written for Carpe Diem #836 Doll's Festival
Nice lines
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DeleteOooh...the second one is creepy. Great set....:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Panchali
DeleteAh ... do they come alive?
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wonder if all the toys come alive at night what will they discuss.
DeleteInteresting question at the end :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Lynn.
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