Burning Life of a Motionless Doll

The gentle smile sewn unto this face,
beauty in only the limit of its length.
A sparkle from the glittering eye,
genuine despair hidden by it's barren gleam.
The braided plaits of silk straight strings,
dullness to come with time and space.
A constant whirling network of thoughts,
fostered by a dead heart and silent mind.
~Ger.