Beautiful flowers of my garden
I wanna write something about them with my reservoir pen.
I sowed those flower very fondly in the pot
I will spruce up my hair , I thought.
Slowly the plant started to grow
Flowers, leaves started coming in, as we know.
One day, I went to pluck a flower
That's when I heard the voice of a divine power
Wait! My child, don't pluck it
If you love it take care of it.

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