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Man- the flower
Look at the flowers O relinquish
Look how they bloom among thorns
It's the mere alteration of seasons,
that fleetingly dwindle their merit.
Yet some persist in the winter's depths
To vigour unceasingly by discovering their mastery
So should be the spirit shaped
Reliably unraveling the gordian knot.
As fragrance created by the flowers,
akin is spreaded by the paragon of virtue
Avow of florets is due to their beauty,
and of the man is by the essence of soul.
In fine, the decency is all that is counted.
Whilst the pretty face shall fade oneday.
© Munaza
Look how they bloom among thorns
It's the mere alteration of seasons,
that fleetingly dwindle their merit.
Yet some persist in the winter's depths
To vigour unceasingly by discovering their mastery
So should be the spirit shaped
Reliably unraveling the gordian knot.
As fragrance created by the flowers,
akin is spreaded by the paragon of virtue
Avow of florets is due to their beauty,
and of the man is by the essence of soul.
In fine, the decency is all that is counted.
Whilst the pretty face shall fade oneday.
© Munaza
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