Do not pluck me
I am yet to blossom
Do not cut me
I am yet to come home
I see me grown
Bring forth more petals
Beautiful in colors
With more admirers
Growth brings thorns
So u say to me
You have so many worries
listen to me
The older the berry
The sweeter the juice
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Growth brings thorns! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.