A Porcelain Doll
A short poem, but with a big meaning.
A porcelain doll sat behind a tall shelf.
All of a sudden she flew of the shelf.
She flew like a bird, and crashed like a plane.
With all the pieces shattered in pain.
Her blue dress was wet from tears that remained.
A five year old's tears regret less in frame.
All of a sudden she flew of the shelf.
She flew like a bird, and crashed like a plane.
With all the pieces shattered in pain.
Her blue dress was wet from tears that remained.
A five year old's tears regret less in frame.
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