Give me thorns
Wilting leaves
Even insects. .
But not silk or paper
Let me smell . .
The perfume from . .
A sun filled garden
As the bees buzz
Through my window
I don’t wish to live
In a manmade
Artificial world
Real Nature
is my true
Habitat
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