Random poem
Fingerprints.
A green box stood still,
dusty and old,
The girl opened it,
with a silly smile.
There were letters,
from friends, family members and even strangers,
containing well wishes & warmth.
She continued to smile as she read,
the girl has almost forgotten about all this little treasures,
hidden in this little green box.
A tear crept up,
as she read letters,
that reminded her of a beautiful past that will never come again.
She wondered if the people who wrote this letters still remembered them,
she wondered if they still cared about her.
Just like fingerprints from a mirror,
the letters showed who has entered her life & left a mark.
She smiled as she realised that,
even if the moment is gone,
the memory remains.
The memory will remain forever,
in her heart.
A green box stood still,
dusty and old,
The girl opened it,
with a silly smile.
There were letters,
from friends, family members and even strangers,
containing well wishes & warmth.
She continued to smile as she read,
the girl has almost forgotten about all this little treasures,
hidden in this little green box.
A tear crept up,
as she read letters,
that reminded her of a beautiful past that will never come again.
She wondered if the people who wrote this letters still remembered them,
she wondered if they still cared about her.
Just like fingerprints from a mirror,
the letters showed who has entered her life & left a mark.
She smiled as she realised that,
even if the moment is gone,
the memory remains.
The memory will remain forever,
in her heart.
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