The Box for Petals

by SoUrNameIsTia   Jun 7, 2008


Dings of rhythm,
play about,
from a mysterious box,
full of red petals.

I look in amazement,
only to see that the spinner is still,
but yet music still fills the room.

The box plays a song,
unexplained,
and lovely,
however it leaves you feeling uneasy,
playing all on its own.

A hand,
inside,
from a dark angel,
mysterious and beautiful,
rotates a spinner,
making the box,
play.

--All Poems by Tia E
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  • 16 years ago

    by thesuffocationinsafety

    This is such a beautiful write
    great job
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Nob Ody

    I enjoyed it quite a bit

  • 16 years ago

    by chaye

    I think that is really great.
    Good job
    you write such good poems