Box On Shelf
Box On Shelf
I walked
Through the dust carpeted way
To chase the most willing life
The way though had no trace
Of footprints on paddy land.
A box
Gifted by the sunshine
A slight speck of light
While hanging chandeliers glowed
An insight to see both.
I took it
Muddling what it had to offer
The pond rippled a thousand circles
For a sparkling mingle fire
Death lost its way.
Smile
The streak of tomorrow shone.