There, nestled in the deep, a garden lies.
It is a place of beauty
Walled all round;
The garden is pristine and still.
One day you walked close by the hedge;
They opened wide the gates for you
On hinges unforeseen.
You entered in;
But through some madness
Heeded not the garden...
Trampled, desecrated; left.
The gates are closed again;
And I, retired within to mend, and wait.
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