Time & the wooden box

A pampered box of wood –scratched, cut, and demolishedstands in the corner of my heart.still to be noticed, silenced to be heard. It holds the memories, raw and baked,tiny and huge, accomplishments and failures;from beginning to the end, from young to the old. Veins in the box carry the blood,and enormous wings that fly,but it …

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