In the dolls’ realm,
everything happens
in its most complete moment,
and remains there.
There, where dreams
take on color
in the spectrum of vineyards,
on canvases of vibration,
in crystal goblets.
There, where feeling,
in gift boxes,
wrapped
in the chromatic paper of imagination,
is tied
with the ribbon-bow
of the dream and lace-wings
of a red dragonfly.
In the land of dolls,
everything happens
in its most complete moment,
and lingers after,
forevermore.
