19 May 2012
In this box are so many things,
Memories new and old,
They sit waiting patiently,
For their story to be told.
Everything crammed together,
Things alike and not,
Things that no one can really name,
Things that have been loved a lot.
This box is full of sea-shells,
Found in the salty sea,
Silently waiting,
For their chance to be,
To be polished and prided.
In this box, there are so many things.
The Memory Box • Opuss № I