No, she's not a rose, she's a nightingale,She is that path flower.On the side that does not smell,
She is that path flower.Grass flowers growing carelessly along the path. Grass flowers grew in abeyance.How many flowers I trample on the soles of my feet.

The beauty of this grass flower is no less than any other flower.But we can’t enjoy its beauty, because we never see it with the mind.No matter how much we care for the flowering plants at home, it still doesn't work. And this way the flowers grow carelesslyFlowers bloom on the side of the plate.The flowers are bright.

How beautiful this flower. The leaves of this tree are evergreen. The slender leaves are not too flat. This evergreen shrub. The flowers are blue in color. It seems that this grass flower has been made by mixing the blue of the sky. The sky seemed to have touched such a blue color at some point.How much money do we spend to travel far and wide but we don't see so many beautiful things with our own eyes. That is why the poet says in his poem.

Hundreds of such flowers bloom on all four sides of our house. How many flowers we kill underfoot. So the poet begged for flowers, We are small flowers in the grass. Head swaying in the wind,Comparison mode, team not legs. Do not tear soft leaves.

This flower fascinates me.
Its blue color enchants the mind.

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