A porcelain doll regained a taste of life
After many adventures in intermediate stages,
The tips of her fingers moved as much as her eyelids
Until finally to find his child gaze.
His slide of the shelf caused a shock wave
Which left her in a crisis of consciousness,
Her stiff legs confirm her helplessness
To walk, she's ready to barter.
A baby followed the scene from a hidden corner,
By advance, he already knows the music,
Tame life, a bit melancholy,
No longer scares, he is now used to it.
A smile stretches, energetic lashes,
A sweet attraction that melts with pleasure
A puppet who falls in love with a sweetheart, as a vaccine
Against a heavy loneliness with a static line.
One hand then two spring up and look for
This sweet gift down on Earth like an invitation
To share feelings brought to the boil.
Their arms hang on at the cost of thoughful efforts.
The scale is fragile, worry can still be read
On faces still tense
But ready to cut through the air
And tasting the joys of a sweet dawn.
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