A Gift Box.

Someone gave me a Box, a Space to sit, stand dance, Twirl around, breathe.

It was the most beautiful, sweet, precious gift because it was timeless.

It didn't need ribbons, bows or anything inside, it had air to breath, no judgement, not one comment, so intreged, so in awe, so special.

Closes the Box and places in inside my soul, safe and sound forever.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
A small piece of Magic, a wish a dream.

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