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The pitfall

That bud needed actions,

could not unfold only with words and looks. As you master acrobats

language,

I was fascinated with the image,

but to cultivate the land is hard work and sweat,

hands, able to eradicate weeds and anything that might harm their flowering

feet on, ready to protect each blow of the winds.

I offered you my warm soil,

I even received the fertilizer as with anyone,

but still do not care for it, let

small worms gnaw on my petals,

with lenses earn bites m

see who are preparing for the banquet.

shows colors for you,

no, no other insect was my jelly

I cry to you protect me from the bees,

but you let one of them stole the pollen.

this day has come to suck, and I

unarmed, without your defense.

Now, to me, helpless,

remain just blunders.