All day the Rag Doll smiled brightly,
And at night her pillow would get a rainfall.
She was with many,
But still she felt lonely.
A bit stranded,
And sometimes her thoughtsdiffers from their thoughts.
She used to smile,
Hiding her emotions.
And at night,
She used to have a talk,
With the only one who would listen to her patiently.
She,
Used to have a Pillowtalk.
YOU ARE READING
The Rag Doll Tales.
PoetryA rag doll describes her journey in her toy world. Poetry.
