Tuesday, 30 January 2007

The Magic Box

I will put in the box, the sound of fairies
Lightly running, the smell of a primrose glittering
In the sun, the feel of silky smooth stones
Sitting in the stream, the taste of a cheese cake,
Snow flakes fluttering from the sky, a door to
A tropical exotic island, a window looking
Out on sandy beaches and splashing waves,
I shall keep my box in a fairy’s grotto,
My box is made from
whispering winds.

Claudia Amarylis 1999

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