1. The Magic Box
I will put in the box The whisper of lost shadows beneath the stories. The sparkle of pixie dust scattered among secrets. The twinkle of magic from true love’s kiss on the eighth day. The call of the Atlantic Ocean bringing special wishes. The reflection of lies burning cold rumours. The shimmer of the fairies wing freezing in ice cold. My box is as medium as a Jack Russell, Faded violet like a lavender bush. The most colourful galaxy from the starry night sky, It’s smooth as the horizon line. Shannon, Erin and Amy