Ode To Flowers Bushes.

Blessed are the flowers of bush,
that grows wild on the edge of the road,
to let the wind with busy people passing by,
in the bustle they never yell to attract their attention.

Blessed bush flowers,
makes a bend gutter as a mirror,
they do not like Angsoka or Orchids,
are spoiled and whine like that,
or like Jasmine who are proud,
and like to poke fun at himself,
a squalid and filthy,
they were just indifferent,
when Kalanchoe pinnata syn,
apparently mocking the poor,
they never knew and forced,
to concoct its own beauty.

Blessed are the flowers of bush,
that grows without waiting,
without shelter, and without never
got touched by the delicate fingers,
of the female owner of the park.

For a moment,
they open the petals,
and autumn without complaint.

Then passed quietly,
without anyone knowing,
and feeling lost,
they are more sincere,
and more holy.

Author's Note

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