A tiny piece of culture
That was thrown into a well
It digs deep like a vulture
Making your body swell
This Russian doll, you may think
Can't do you any harm
But if you form the link
It's able to disarm
This weird toy of Russia's
Is thriving down inside
One day a person's luscious
And then there's a change of tide...
Our personality erased
As if we're forced into a strangers body
And all our years go to waste
As we transform into a new somebody
This witch is living in all souls of ours
And as our life clock ticks away the time
The creature deep inside of as devours
Our old self, leaving something fresh to shine.
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Russian doll poem (Matryoshka)
PoesiaThe true meaning of what we thought was just a doll. The soul that thrives inside this toy, the actual purpose of its many layer. And what's hidden underneath each one.
