In the cool of that day,
Having the pool of peace
for which others pray.
"Come,come,come,"says the flower.
"Behold,behold,behold my beauty"demands the flower.
I was drawn by its power.
Nearer I went to its place,
To give it a warm embrace
And start with it a race.
For a touch I received an injection,
Is this a sign of rejection?
Or just a symbol of loving interception?
"That's me,that's me,that's me",
You ought to ask the name from me,
To know the way to handle me".
That is the nature of the flower,
That bear the name,"the thorny flower",
The roadside flower.
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