Upon a Shelf, by Katharine |
Upon a shelf it sits It's beautiful rose pattern Collecting dust But within it holds Windows to my soul An outpouring of my heart Through a pen onto A million pages Placed inside A lovely box To the world It is worthless But to me It is my existence |
Posted: 2011-02-18 00:20:38 UTC |
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