Thorns

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The lush green

always beckons

the genes.

I feel fresh

and full of 

zest and

spirits go

upswing.

Then the thorn

strikes....

my cry is momentary.

I love the thorn,

tiny but pointed

and with one jab

puts you in touch

with your soul

and brings you

face to face

with that softness

of vulnerability...

Oh, so endearing

is the pain.

I love the thorn.....