Music Box
I have a music box,
Plays tunes of heaven,
Specially made box,
Decorated with fairies from Devon.
In my music box,
Lives a ballerina,
she spins and twirls,
Dancing to the magical sound.
My box is my magic,
Where an angels cry,
Is no more heard,
Then silence in the dark.
8th October 2010 8:02pm
Copyright © Sarah Clough | Year Posted 2010
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