The Mushrooms
they rise like bread
full of old, earthy smells
they rise one by one,
devouring the trees.
They rise great and small
as tasty snacks or high perches
They rise bright red
but turn out white below
They rise strong
and wilt within a day
Seed's Poetry Collection
I really love reading your
I remember this one quite well; I like the first two lines the best. Such vivid imagery. <3
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Art updates - Lemon's Biography
As much as I love looking at
LT: Thank you! I wrote from
Lordslttldeer: I didn't really post them today: but yesterday, the idea occoured to me to go and put a link to the collection in the poems I've posted; I started going back and editing them, so they got bumped.
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Nelle Rovine