The Workings of My Mind
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
toadstool (oneword)
walking in the summer
i saw a toadstool
next to a dim rock
its little red cap
breathing out years of
fairy tales
it looked so beautiful
yet so poisonous
idyllic
as if you touched it
you would perish
for the scene could not be
disturbed
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