The Little Girl in the Yellow Dress


I dreamed a dream of a little girl in a yellow dress

She was dancing with the white roses

Her feet running gaily Her arms twirling as if she was a ballerina

She turned to smile at me….

But then instead of smile, her face grew sad

Tears escaped from her bright blue eyes

She reached down to her tender foot

And pulled out a sharp thorn

Crimson blood drips from where the thorn pierced

Empathy floods in my chest

For the little girl in the yellow dress

Has suffered from the asperity of the world

And once you endure that bitterness

You can never blissfully dance with the white roses


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