Posted in Poetry

vulnerable

More in fear than in anger

Still the girl lost in time

She kept a pretty garden

With the sweetness of secrets

In a labyrinth of a thousand stories

Wondrous, rather than gorgeous

As a path to the garden was mysterious.

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