Wild Flower
Unassuming simplicity
Child of the wild
A bit of color to catch the eyes
It’s too much to leave her behind
Sentimental blindness
Can only give bad guidance
Leave her; why break her?
Look only, but do not touch
You’ll soil your hands
Can never be friends
To embrace nature is not in your nature
Think you’ll just put her on your table?
You’ll be unable
A narrow vase by your hands made
Freedom cannot recreate
Take her home, and she’ll wither
But your guilt won’t die with her
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