We, Flower and thorn, a single soul.

We,  Flower and thorn, a single soul.

The flower blooms in colors bright,
While I, the thorn, stand firm in night.
Your petals soft, a gentle grace,
My spikes protect, a guarded place.

In sunlit fields, you dance and sway,
I hold the line, keep harm at bay.
Together bound, a curious pair,
In beauty's touch, we both do share.

Your fragrance sweet, a soothing balm,
My presence strong, a quiet calm.
Though different, we complete the whole,
Flower and thorn, a single soul.

GR kaviyoor 
27 05 2024 

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