Bread and fish hidden
Under the soil dug
In the quiet midnight
Mantled, dry leaves laiden
Quivering in the fog
Rations earthed 'til daylight
Famine at land erupted
In time with drought
The fool shoveled his food
Worms gently feasted
In sight molds did sprout
So the fool died as he should
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
