Mimosa pudica by scientific name,
you are a flowering plant of exotic fame,
you spontaneously grew in my garden’s nook,
drawing freshness from water in a man-made brook,
I marvel so much for many hours over,
tireless, at your tender and delicate flower,
but I am filled with hesitation, very much,
to bestow on you even the tenderest touch,
not by dread of your dense and your bristling thorns;
protecting you, like hose of a feral deer's horns,
but fear I might set off in you turgor pressure
that at once brings your delicate leaves to closure...
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