And when they told you to run faster than the wind,To chase the colours that painted the scarlet horizon,You didn’t know demons haunted the darkness
Hey, Mary
Published by MeghaHaridhya in category Poetry with tag angle | color | doll | Hurt | light
Hey, Mary
GUDIYA
The girl loved the doll . She herself was named Gudiya (Doll) by her mother. Her doll was the only thing which gave her pleasure in what was a dull life .
Love what you have
There was 8 yr old gal,one day while returning from school with her mum,she saw a wonderful barbie doll,on the shelf of a toy shop.The barbie was designed and packed perfectly.
The Doll Collector
The bus moved forward and he promised himself that she will be saved, and that he will restore his collection and make it even more glorious and majestic
There is hope for everyone, Indeed!
Mary was given a penny or two for every work she did. Mary was happy with the penny she had. She slid it in her pocket and went upstairs in her room, The uncomfortable attic.
Doll House
I hated dolls. They always gave me that creep out factor you’d get from snakes or worms. My mother would buy me a doll when I was younger
THE DOOR
Billy looked at it again . The door was closed. It had a shiny surface. The wood colored polish and the doorknob gleamed reflecting light.
SOCIAL EVILS
Many are killed before they have a start, All the feeling inside them filled get buried in their heart, Just that they all are not males
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