in a shop of dolls....
yet I am a masterpiece....
Ignore me the less aesthetic
ugliness clouds their eyes...
Some appreciate me
marvel at the mind of the maker
but choose a beautiful doll...
I wait for the intelligent one...
My maker despairs as
I stand unsold,
Unique I am , and I know
I may not be a doll everyone clamours for
But I am a Picasso
Less understood, but I am worth more....!
No comments:
Post a Comment