Mimosa

Made of glass reflects a many colours
His feelings be
Easily shattered by
Don’t let it please

A whisper or a touch
So tender a love
Makes him bloom
Like a sentimental dove

Too naïve to doubt
Wings ready for flight
His nature evertrusting
However fragile inside

But always fragile betray him
Ever afraid to fly
Seems he is fated
Roses doomed to die


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