Prompt: A ghost, a secret box, an ice cube tray, and a velvet ribbon
A present sits at my front door,
Red with a dog-eared ribbon.
What’s in the box and who brought it?
The message on the note is hidden
from an ink stained pen.
I cool my lemonade down
on this god awful hot day.
Its not windy, but I hear whispering.
Its not windy, but I hear whispering.
The voices have something to say
but they’re milleniums away.
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