a blooming flower
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Gently called the sunlight,
Until it grows and blooms again.Old petals fall off,
Swept away by the wind,
A man who doesn't know how to spell,
Since flowering at dawn.The beetle stopped because he was tempted,
Suck the flower juice,
Pollinating Nectar nurtures hope,
The fragrance of flowers and the color of the crown leaves.How not to get the beetle interested,
Even though the sun is as hot as it is,
Your fragrance is so pleasing to the eye,
Until we stopped to pick it.Your color is yellow,
Your size is big,
Unlike flowers in general,
Both beauty and shape.Many are looking for you,
Thirsty for the beauty of your appearance,
When you look at it it doesn't get boring,
Time passed so quickly.
When you bloom, challenging the sun,
You are the symbol of true flowers,
Beautiful and stay in the heart.Thy crown shines majesty,
To be king in the yard,
Flowers filled with beauty,
There is no doubt that it is denied.Every morning I water,
You bloom perfectly,
And then I came back to watering it,
A moment when the afternoon has arrived.You blow where the wind is,
Leading to follow the path of the sun,
Stay upright even on cold nights, you always bloom at all times and times *
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