I am the garden,
I am the gardener.
I am the flower,
I am the plant.
I am growing
up above the sky.
I am saying the air
good bye, good bye.
I know I am thorny
And I know I am honey.
You are the wolf here
and waiting for a chance.
But I am busy in my circle,
Wait my dear, if you are to
say anything, see my worn clothes
there at the courtyard.
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