A Boy And The Cactus

A Boy And The Cactus short poem

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A boy in the sunny day,
Was standing on the desert bay,
Sunny sunny hot and hot,
And the dryness all it got,
A cactus was crying over there,
Was wetting the soil with his tears,
Oh my lad what happen to you ?,
you want something or what to do ?,
Cactus said I want love like other trees,
But everyone is afraid of me,
My body is full of spines,
And everyone think I’m cut off point,
All I’m the abominate sign,
They all break the feelings of mine,
Boy said don’t be sad,
Forgot the ones who make you infuriate,
Be strong my lad,
Think about your happy moments and be glad,
you are the sign of boldness,
And you are lucky that you never get coldness,
Thank you my captain for encouraging me,
Now nothing is here that’s discouraging me.

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