Cirsium


Cirsium
I can identify your perilous pines from the rest.
Today a beautiful botanic bouquet
Tomorrow a wild wicked widespread weed.
I saw you through the fully flowering fields
Surely spreading sprouts
A delightfully disastrous decoration to the scene.
I only pick you
Because I know you’ll come back.
That's something natural baby.

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