Beauty of a Mandrake

Fri, 10/05/2018 - 10:04 -- Amaniy

Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate

soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.

 

As the roots and stems begin to develop, an alluring plant is born,

and with it comes an antidote for ulcers and asthma.

 

A distraction from the evil enclosed by the world, it is peculiar,

yet it is not a drug, potion, nor any poison.

 

Shrieks so symphonic everyone sheds a tear, and with that

a tune is made.

 

A unwelcoming winter approaches and the glorious Cortex

withers away, unknown of the life ahead.

 

But then, a snug feeling occurs and it is now Summer.

The chestnut roots are reborn and the cycle begins again.

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