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Saddened eyes stare, longing, unfree
A beauty in porcelain, crying for thee
Left all alone, set among autumn leaves
Silently hoping, disheartened, she grieves
Dreaming of days, reminiscing of
The arms that held her, when she was beloved
No longer a favorite doll for this child
Cast aside, forgotten, forever exiled
Tears slowly fall, from glass marble eyes
As the water of life, reveals her disguise
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay
Oh, she’s a doll! What an amazing poem!!
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You’re too much lol Thank you so very much!! 🙂
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thank you for reblogging, Paul!! 😊
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You’re welcome Dorinda:)
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Beautiful…..Powerful final line…. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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Thank you very much, E!! Hugs to you, my friend ❤️
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Hugs! ❤️
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WoW!!! 🙂 Fantastic!
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Thank you so very much, Morgan!!
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Bravo Bravo. Love this one. Good image too.
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Thank you so much, Drew! Really appreciate your comments 😊
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