THURSDAY'S CHILD

PORCELAIN

A porcelain young girl, woke up from her sleep
She had lost her pearl, in a well way too deep
Though this was only a dream, a dream that she had
The echo was vivid, it was an echo so sad

Her mom wore her robe on, and came in to see
As she had sensed the upheaval, her girl might had been
But her young girl was missing, she wasn't still there
And as if she was frozen, she left there to stare

But then she saw from the window, through the half- opened blind
Her girl walking drowzy, but her tread was leaving no hint
And when she eventually found her, looking down at the well
She noticed her bracelet, with the one missing pearl

Here it is one part of a poem I like
and it's writen by Joseph Conrand

Only a moment;
a moment of strengh,
of romance, of glamour,
of youth...
A flick of sunshine
upon a strange shore,
the time to remember,
the time for a sigh, and -goodbye!