In the woods,
on a rainy day,
green fungus grew–
a vibrant display!
I tread the path,
cautiously to start,
but, before I withdrew,
infectious spores
gripped my heart.
Found it to be
a bactericide,
rather sweet
and benign,
I welcomed it
to coincide.
Now I’ve grown to love
it’s green glow,
And that it’s mine–
With me,
everywhere I go.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I always tell my boyfriend, who has green hair, he grew on me like a fungus. Had fun with the concept.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A fun write. Nice one. The title points one in the right direction.
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