The beauty of the leaves that opens and closes with the slightest touch; like a girl.The blooming of the elusive flowers; like a girl.
The piercing thorns; like a girl.
The beautiful sway with the breeze; like a girl.
The misty morning dew resting like a kiss on a girl.
"Touch me not" said she and revealed her tender self.
The piercing thorns; like a girl.
The beautiful sway with the breeze; like a girl.
The misty morning dew resting like a kiss on a girl.
"Touch me not" said she and revealed her tender self.
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