Art by: Sveta Dorosheva
Name: My Childhood

Her Puppet Hands

Strings attach a miscellaneous world of chaos,

Propelling diverse emotions within the brain.

Dotted stars wash her face,

And the valley of stolen flowers dance upon her head.

Creating and analyzing the world with her puppet hands.

The intriguing mystery is within our commands.

Her clothes bring magic,

But not without frilly admirations.

Though we won’t hear the rumors of the wind,

The red balloon will capture our elation.

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