Collects and receives,
Hides away the secrets
Vines grow near and far.
It seems colorful like leaves
Its where ever you walk
Also most places you talk.
It opens and closes,
Always left hanging
Not touching ground.
It can always be found.
Painted on can be
Whatever you may see
Again I say,
It hides things away,
When you leave you will see what I mean.
What Am I?
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angelaweasley
Jan 04, 2017
This is a mysterious and alluring poem. I like how it turns out to be a riddle. There are only a few spelling errors but nothing enough to take away from the poem. The title of the poem is also really interesting. I really want to know the answer to the poem now!
-aw