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Over many decades, the vintage box existed,
A silent sentinel in grandma’s personal care
For kith and kin, an enduring mystery unsolved
An enigma, none other than her could answer.
The kin envisioned jewels of royal origin
Of shimmering diamonds or gold from the past
They craved for the contents hidden therein
Until the moment she breathed her very last.
Alas! When the lid was forced by greedy hands
Neither minted coins nor emeralds met the eye
Just some early age artifacts, a few faded letters
And a time-worn hanky, youth’s long-faded bye.
The treasure was a life’s silent, unrequited love
Held untold on earth, then flown to realms above.
Note: This poem in “Sonnet” form is based on another poem “Treasure Trove”, written by this author in April 2012, published on Boloji.com. Image used here is AI generated.
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