The garden in my mind
Is the place to go,
But I am the only one there.
Dressed all in white,
From my long wavy white hair,
To the white Mary Janes and white tights,
To the milkiness of my cool skin,
I am the one without color.
To the garden,
I open the old wooden gate,
And walk to the right,
Where my two willow tress and my swing wait for me.
It was at first all white,
A big room with nothing,
But then their was more,
A room, there was no more.
I don't know what my garden holds,
But I do know,
That I will find out.
-Endora of Mind
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