Creep into the box, while no one is around
Hear them playing, in the snow, around the box
They do not see me, nor the box
I listen to my own breath, warming my cold skin
My air ensnares me in its burning cloak
Put the crown on, and lay in the bed of sleeping jewels

Find happiness in the brown tree,
No one can hear the crying tears
They weep because they cannot become a snowflake
The outsiders do not deserve to be in my throne
They have not earned that right to hear the magical silence
Be glad that your friends are not many, people disappoint, and leave
If they are not in the box, then they cannot decline your invitation
Nor apologize
Invite yourself, and only yourself

My palace is also in the box,
There, I feed only one, and life is nice and slow
The silence is grateful
But I cannot stay always for the feast
For I am called to live with the noise, the colors, and the lights
It's time
I must creep out of the paper cube

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