This is my entry for the lovely Josie’s Writing Workshop over at Sleep is for the Weak.
A Gift.
A small box,
A blue box,
A shiny box,
Tied with a box.
A blue box,
A shiny box,
Tied with a box.
I open with anticipation,
The excitement grows,
I open the lid,
My eyes widen.
The gift inside,
I lift it up,
Something to treasure,
Something to keep forever.
Hope you enjoyed my poem, why not check out the rest of the entries over at Sleep is for the weak.
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