What if the thorns were flowers once?

Devoid of feelings and succulent dreams

Withered reluctantly to guard the flowers

What if our dreams experience same fate?

A boundary of existence adorned with thorns

Instead of guarding, they puncture aspirations

Do thorns remind of turbulent times?

The neglect or fate of dreary transformation

What if dreams continue to be neglected?

A ruthless desire to absorb all emotions

What if such thorns remind us of dreams?

Even the spine troubles the back

With numerous stabs to remind of neglect


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