The Garden Of Life
Greed is like a thistle,
Its flowers hold much beauty,
As they stand on thorny stems.
Hate is like a nettle,
You cannot clasp it in your hands,
Without feeling its sting.
And a smileis like a primrose,
Its delicate petals fragile in a garden,
Overrun with weeds.
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