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Don't forget the box. by Nortallica, literature
Literature
Don't forget the box.
Don't forget the box,
Don't forget the box,
The box is here, the box is there,
Don't forget the box.
The box it comes
Of wood and bronze
Sturdy weight and strong
Turn to the side, and there's a sign
"Don't forget the box".
She gleans the sight
This little child
A red haired girl of five
For to this game, of hide and seek
No better place to hide.
The sides are soft
The space is large
She slowly clambers in
Six turns to five, five turns to four
The Hunt will soon begin.
As time strikes one
Ready or not
Here the seeker comes
Though high and low, here and there
The Hunt it turns to naught
The minutes pass
They turn to hours
The girl has
The people I see by Nortallica, literature
Literature
The people I see
The silent girl on the bus, awash in her quiet world. I wonder how loud her thoughts must be, what she thinks, what she sees.
A man with his umbrella, always chipper and smiling, a skip in his step and his bobbled hat, admire his joy.
I think of those with whom I share my classes, how brilliant they are, changers of the world they will be.
I remember the faces of those I failed to impress, when I should have been trying to impress myself.
The tears that fell when words did fail, the way their faces changed in those moments.
The woman, who was an Angel amongst the darkness, how I hope she smiles forever.
The family and friends with whom
