Since I haven't posted in a very long time, here's a poem.
Myrtle
myrtle
a deep forest green
thick
you cannot see through
to the wonders within
warm
comforting, yet mysterious
a place where a faerie tale could live
or a nightmare
anything could come out from within the trees
pleasant, or foreboding
myrtle
a soft, gentle green
carefully enfolding you into the deep
a blanket to keep you warm
a soft place to rest your head
restful
peaceful
drawing you in
but letting you out when the true world calls
allowing you to withdraw from your peaceful slumbers
and slowly bringing you back
to reality
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