O Wild Flowers

O wild flowers! of spring season,

I envy your vivd colours;

I envy your vibrant nature,

And i envy your unyielding eccentric stature,

Your beauty cannot be out reasoned.

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Fluttering you mingle with sky,

plucking you from you habitat;

and putting in a vase is a crime,

you are featherbed to cold hard earth,

you are the smile to an old man,

you are chirp to song of bird…

And and you are an ode to love.

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