The Miraculous Doll

I am waiting for her, you are waiting for her, he is waiting for her, thousands of years gone in waiting for a miraculous doll, who is in all of us, broken in pieces, a doll in coma, silently sleeping and dreaming, a day when lovers of the doll hug each other, for a miracle that joins its broken pieces, the colorful doll twists her body, awakes and opens her eyes, her breaths we all feel, her lips smile and a wave propagates, the wave when touches the eyes it's a rainbow, when it vibrates the ears it's a song, when it enters the nostrils it's a fragrant flower, when it kisses our lips it's the honey. Nobody will come from the blue illusion, it will rise from the brown silky clay, let us plow it and sow its seed hidden in our hearts, let it germinate and let the embryo come out, let it grow in a green dancing plant, look at it, here is the rose, sprung after the rains by the clouds of peace, we all have been waiting for! But where is the miraculous doll? She has slept behind the curtains of our hearts for another thousands of years. Let her sleep and dream.