Box Of Life Poem by shveta sahal

Box Of Life



Found a box in the backyard crimson in color,
Was glistening shiny with an unknown odor,
Around it hovered myriad butterflies,
Somehow brought memories of forgotten ties,
Should I open and kill my curiosity?
Or what if it was a harbinger of adversity?

Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,memories
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