Reflections on Courage, Love and Triumph from a perspective of a child on the downside of advantage through poetry, creativity, recognition and achievements.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The liveliest doll
Once there was a man dancing with a lifeless doll. A subway performer. His partner was a doll with crimson lips and legs as long as the sky. She was not real but for a moment she had taken life in this man’s arms. He breathed life into this doll. Together becoming one, their legs move in unison. His soul, his essence sailing into her, bringing her to life. ~ The liveliest doll there is.
Welcome to the the life of a Pristine girl, la vie en rose! My name is Michelle, I see life in shades of pink. I would like to think I'm a lady but I'm very much yet a girl. Adulthood can wait!!
When my heart can feel freely, I'm an exuberant, childlike and romanticizing idealist. When realism clouds my day, then the heart is an organ. It pumps, circulates blood and gets clogged from time to time. Speaking of which I'm a Medical student studying abroad.
There are no limits to what can be done and love knows no boundaries!
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