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Life in a Box

A small crack in my room
For the air to pass in and out
To see the world outside
And give hopes to my dream

I see a tree
With a few leaves left on it
My palm reaches out to it
A new bloom is coming to you
In no time at all
You will be a lush green tree

A falling tree smiles back at me
It's not upset about the seasonal changes
Bidding me a final goodbye
It falls down

A few days gone by 
I peep through the small crack in my room
I see another box standing tall
With small cracks on it
For the air to pass in and out

-Shamitha Heramb

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