o flower you pricked me when I touched you
You turned aside when i tried to smell
O sweet birds you flew away when I tried to listen
You will leave me with your season.
Meet my mother scrutinize the fragrance and sweetest berceuse.
Prowl in the paradise beneath her feet, get a whiff of the best perfume.
..I swear you will wither, you will wither.
©mazhar
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