Pluck her thorns
And not petals
To capture her beauty.

Lifeless petals will
Enhance your
decorations
Temporarily.

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( as my pen name is season, someone asked me)

"Which season do you belong to?"
The season of flowers, I replied..
"That's why people like to pluck you, he murmured... "

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My love
You're a flower where i never smell...
Where i never feel.. where i never pluck...
Where i never find...
am going to keep you in a place..
Where no one can reach....❤️❤️

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You plant hopes in me
each time
Watering it with your tears.
The moment it grows into a soul
You pluck it
without any hesitation and fear.

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Leaves fall
'cause no one intends
to pluck them.

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Sometimes in life,
I come to the situations
where I have to choose to be
a stem or a petal.
Petals though loved by all
and have the fragrance within
are fragile and can be broken
just like me at times,
when someone plucks them
while you put your trust that they won't
break you and admire your beauty,
but they do the opposite instead
and you lose your fragrance.
Stem though holds its ground
and even when it is covered
by the thorns,
bearing all the pain,
it protects the one,
it loves.
So you fight
like a stem
Or flight
like a petal.
Be used
or
be worth the
use.

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Pluck me gently
griped between your fingertips
before I go stemless
crushed by your mindless footsteps

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Only if I could turn
my worries into flowers
that get plucked away.

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Don't break,
my Star
until I
make a ladder,
high enough
to pluck you
from night sky.


And plant you
in a pot of hope,
shower you daily
with love,
nurture your bud
with desires.


I'll wait till you
bloom into a
beautiful flower
of grace.

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There is no trick
to pluck luck at will...

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