Hand Fast One step off the road, now lostHand Fast by ~harlita
A cold wind swept in that day
A figure unknown to my eyes
Went southward with nothing to say
The house lays out before me not mellow
But grand with brickwork of grey
The vines that touch up the edges
Wrapped with white ribbon for the day
The willows don bells made of silver
Their tinging heard with every breeze
Bench seating scattered throughout the meadow
For strollers to rest when they please
My feet follow a path round the garden
Kept in by a moss brown green
The groundmasters' labors of seasons
These delights await to be seen
My dress flows, I walk through the florals
This garment selected
Stumped 
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Sta.sh
You're finally online here at DA! 
