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THE FLOWERS
Plucking flowers quickly damages their delicate grace,
Careful, soft, warm touches nourish their grace,
Petals glow under the bright sunshine,
Nectar flourishes under the cool moonlight.
Through anthophilia, we seek the flowers,
Sharing bonds with them like lovers,
Cherishing them in our rosy hearts,
Watching them blossom after withering.
Madly impulsive are the clouding feelings,
Clouding minds, controlling the thinking,
With great destruction, they numb the reasoning,
Certainly proven, love cannot be hidden.
One may try hard, but cannot win the wrestling,
Like poverty, sneezes, love can not be hidden,
Through the ages, it wins the battles,
With the humans, despite their grumbles.
O' Maiden, is there a relief ?
Or freedom from this mischief,
You warm my heart, blur my vision,
Shackle my mind with your distinction.
© Oxford
Careful, soft, warm touches nourish their grace,
Petals glow under the bright sunshine,
Nectar flourishes under the cool moonlight.
Through anthophilia, we seek the flowers,
Sharing bonds with them like lovers,
Cherishing them in our rosy hearts,
Watching them blossom after withering.
Madly impulsive are the clouding feelings,
Clouding minds, controlling the thinking,
With great destruction, they numb the reasoning,
Certainly proven, love cannot be hidden.
One may try hard, but cannot win the wrestling,
Like poverty, sneezes, love can not be hidden,
Through the ages, it wins the battles,
With the humans, despite their grumbles.
O' Maiden, is there a relief ?
Or freedom from this mischief,
You warm my heart, blur my vision,
Shackle my mind with your distinction.
© Oxford
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