Flowers,
pleasant to see,
sweet to smell.
The prettier they get,
the stronger their casted spell,
for those eyeing them,
will stumble upon the first sight.
To all flowers dearie,
sharpen your thorns.
Let us be
difficult to pluck,
harder to possess.
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poetry from the maid
Poetrypoems that i've written :) i write for fun. all pictures are from pinterest. ♡
