A garden of white, bouquets of black and purple.
Black and purple
flowers that resemble her bruised memories.
A garden created of pathways,
and dizzy.
A garden of mazes,
Flowers trampled upon, staying strong.

Gold shining through.
Gold is for hope and the future.
A garden so beautiful.
A God bestowed a wonderful future.


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