Letteratura: lo scaffale nella poesia

Little box on my shelf

A little box

Without a key

You hold an air

Of mistery

To sit and glare

Right up there
Flashing red in front of me

I am the one who fills it

A I fill it with myself

No one would guess what's in you

Sitting up atop my shelf

I have thought of your discovery

The pros

And all the cons

But looking at my history

All candidates are wrong

So I suppose you'll stay a secret

I'll keep you to myself

Painted red,

Flashing dread

Little box on my shelf

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