I thought life was like a box of chocolates
that melt in the sun.
While little children play to scream and ants gather a trail along the coco stream, biting ever so carefully.
That box trampled under feet as if in defeat waits for its owner...no more.
For night has come, touching eyelids with sleep.
We live here and go on there in dreams...a world within its own.
The night fixture of falling deep into rest...
once woken.
Remembering the box of chocolates is now in someone's garbage can...
Grateful, that in life there are second chances unlike a box of melting chocolates and trails of ant dances.


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