In a Victorian Terrarium
A story tells all that I have done
And all the pieces in my head
Will fit together in the end
A sweet momento blade of grass
A bead, a button, piece of glass
Are all I have to prove that the pass
That up till now in case they ask
You don't seethings like i do
What is all this clutter you agrew
Please don't throw that away
Beauty like this no one could imitate
Measure bind the inner book
