DOLLS' EYES
To Marisa Marchitelli's art
See how these dolls awaken
To the idea they've been forsaken;
Once they dreamed of a little girl's love
But now their eyes are tearless and vacant.
Brash
To Marisa Marchitelli's art
See how these dolls awaken
To the idea they've been forsaken;
Once they dreamed of a little girl's love
But now their eyes are tearless and vacant.
Brash
Never has anyone dedicated a poem to me or my work before. I suspect I wasn't the only one, but it's still an unusual gesture. She left her email address. Should I write to her?