Cactus

A cactus plant is there,


At the corner,


Of my room,


Sometimes it does dispel my gloom.


 

Even though thorny the cactus is,


It’s beauty is still in one piece,


I wonder at times,


Entertaining us is what it does before demise.

 


Perhaps a haven for some bugs the cactus is,


Who deem it to be a wonderful bliss!

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