Tired of being with the
sunflower
The saffron seemed accommodating
My friends and I rose to play
Among other flowers in the
garden
But the saffron had class
Delicate I thought
Was a bit more over protective
When we butterflies landed
Saffron possessed our presence
She took our attention
And we vowed never again
To have no playing beauty
Like the beauty of the saffron.
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