Once spent bud
And plucked from prickly stem
Once bloom goes
And thorns guard the barren twig
Brethren branches linger so
The dormant flower withers not
Nor lively retrospect stays
Within an easy reach.
Nurture not and reap no
beauty
Care not….to see no lovely growth
Share not for it is fragile
And easily destroyed.
Things pale among the
bush
And struggle,
Flourish the neighboring weed
And sucks the ground
Its gritty cradle longing to be rocked
Less the touch of softness
Neglected, indifferent
But hope is almost promised.
Nurture not and reap no
beauty
Care not….to see no lovely growth
Share not for it is fragile
And easily destroyed.
Fragile criminations
Yet blossoms’ hardy contrast
Thrives in wild meadows
But strewn around and hiding
Alone in the thicket
Sweet smells of separate fragrance
Permeating
With teardrops falling from the sky.
Nurture not and reap no
beauty
Care not….to see no lovely growth
Share not for it is fragile
And easily destroyed.
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