The flavored flower,
The spiced herb
I breathe in the icy fog and feel winter in my whole body,
I started to shake, it was getting too cold for my taste
My soul tried to make a fire only to be frozed by the fresh vanilla mint
I could still taste the sweet flavor of
happiness and fortune,
The mint tried to override the delicate flower's flavor,
But nature always leaves a mark no matter what
Its snow is pure, but when you step on it, you will see it was truly minty cookies and cream,
The muddy ground shows more than when it is dry
I finished embellishing the fresh vanilla mint and left the room
-jasables
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
