Lost Doll

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and white, dears
And her hair was so charmingly curled.


















But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
And I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.


















I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,














And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world

Imperceptibly

...Ah why didn't I observe them when
they were building the walls?















But I never heard the noise or the sound
of the builders.













 


Imperceptibly they shut me out of the world.

Feeling sad

like a dog without a bone...

Silence

People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Birthday Rose

My love is like a red, red rose...

Emptiness

Loneliness

Locked doors

 ...I would like to unlock that door,

















 
turn the rusty key
















 
 and hold each fallen one in my arms
but I cannot, I cannot...

Ideal scenery

Yellow Blooming Flower

There is always...




















a place...
















to bloom.

Kissing Clouds

Locked Clouds