Fill me with sprouting seed
Until emerald tendrils creep out of my fractaled folds,
And wrap around my writhing limbs.
A wellspring of verdant splendour sprays in abundant profusion from my insides:
Ivy leaves, lotus buds and lily pads,
Along with the brackish mire of the shadows,
Pour out as if I were a mountain
Holding untold secrets
Of darkness and light.
👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
Oooh, I love the imagery painted with your words in this one. Like a lush garden of delights. The accompanying image fits it perfectly too.
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Thank you 😊.
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