Boots were of leatherA breath of cologneHer mirror was a windowShe sat quite aloneAll around herThe garden grewScarlet and purpleAnd crimson and blueShe came and she wentAnd at last went awayThe garden was sealedWhen the flowers decayedOn the wall of the gardenA legend did say:No one may come hereSince no one may stay
― calstars, Thursday, 20 June 2019 16:30 (four years ago) link