She stepped softly in the garden so as not to stir a twig
‘til the weeds awoke and tangled at her feet
Fragrant perfume filled the air, brought her shadows of a joy
from a nectar always bittersweet
Trapped amongst the flowers, writhing in the midday sun
tortured by the water out of reach
She cries for some ambition to release her leaden feet
and with muted cries to greater depths she sinks
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