A green sepal that warps and holds the petal,
And those thorns that pricked my limbs
Upon a common summer's morn
As I walked to school on the hill
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Early morning buzz of a bee or two plays witchcraft..interesting musings..thanks for sharing
Very interesting poem on childhood memory with a green sepal that warps and holds the petal, And those thorns that pricked my limbs. Expressive entirely and nice sharing really.10