There is a garden, young child, a garden for you to play..where faeries flutter amongst the flowers and goblins laze away, where mermaids swim in pools of water as clear as glass and stars hang from the night sky like lanterns, where trees whisper their secrets and babbling brooks teem with life. Young child, there is a garden, you know, where spirits can sleep and where elves can read..a garden to which only you hold the key. Come with me to this garden and together we can sing, together we can dance your worries and your fears away. It is a garden full of hope and life and love, where you can rest your tired body and nap amongst the clouds..come, young child, and wander away with me. Come to the garden, a garden for you to play.
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a collection of whimsy
Poetrya collection of heartfelt, whimsical, and ethereal writings that I create when inspired to - enjoy ♥️ Do note that some may be a bit harder to read than most, take this as a trigger warning.
