Through the looking glass
Escape for click after click
And seeing the animals
Fairytales within reach of my hands
My best picture
Of the young lady
Sitting on a stone bench
At the bottom of a garden
Under a full moon
Cinderella
Sitting
In the corner of my garden.
My heart hurt for her
Lonely
How could someone
So blonde and beautiful
Have to sit alone.
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