A Thorn Alouette
You don't ever pierce
Though your look is fierce
Each rose is safe in your hold.
Green snakes scroll around.
Flies move with no sound
In heat and cold, you stand bold.
As rose buds feel dread
Your sharp claws you spread
Are you their unseen backbone?
Each rose fades and falls
When Time, from far, calls
Do you mourn for them alone?
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