The Magic Box

A box, a box, no ordinary box,

A box which can’t be tracked down by a fox.

It has shining gems on its lid,

Something loved by every kid.

What does it hold, you may ask,

It could hold gold, toys or even a mask.

What’s so special about this thing,

It may hold memories which can sing.

Can I get what I want, in this box?

You can get what you ask.

“Now where is this box?”, a girl said,

It’s a bit of imagination in your head.

Originally posted on A Young Writer’s Dream


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