Cactus
A green plant with prickers upon it
why did I walk so near?
My skin begins to itch,
I cannot stop the scratching.
Strange… I never felt the prick.
Ten minutes later
“ochh!” I cried.
It carried flowers,
delicate and bright.
How did they survive such prickers?
And will I?
I cannot help but wonder
if there is something more
within this green,
strange plant.
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Author:
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice (
Online)
- Published: September 24th, 2025 15:41
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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