Sealed shut,
Bright like Spring
And enthusiasm all portrayed outside,
While a surprise hides inside.
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A white card's trapped purity
Innocence evokes childhood feelings,
tucked away,
Resembling a yellow bedsheet.
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The white card's imprinted Owl stares blankly,
Stoic emotion; acknowledging the imagined positivity,
The envelope and letter glued together
Like a toddler and a mother's tight bond.
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The card is opened,
Revealing tiny words and long paragraphs,
Memories remembering the brightness she gives
The Pin Man; his hands fantasize having her delicate wings.
.
His happiness gone hitherto nine years
The Lady bird leads an obsessed flock,
The beetle Queen,
Is so lovely.
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The card is closed
As the man pours heart and soul.
The Owl stares blankly,
Sorry as the victim is chosen —
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The insect knows
And has become a broach.
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No longer positive
Is the Owl,
Its wisdom and mystery
Jut the fleet and beetle creeps.