Mini Poetry: Pandora

The keys to everything bright and good
exists in the world as it should.
From kin-hood, of and with,
erupt merry roots through crevices
of ancient wood, bestows joy and mirth.
Dare I say – She was misunderstood
for without pain,
pleasure is seldom understood.

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