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My glasshouse

Colorful roof and walls, Painted with love and very tall,

Pretty to look at but, fragile,

Doesn’t look like, yet it is my glasshouse.


Poppy on one side, cactus on the other,

bougainvillea by the entrance, bottle brush on the other side,

Sun flower bring in sunshine, while bluebells brighten the aisle.


From the outside, I feel,

Such a pretty house, my mind reels,

Hard work it takes to maintain, Is it really worth the pain?


Pretty outside, inside must see,

Muddy surroundings, dirty it feels,

Delicate yet elegant it is, my glasshouse




I always try to think out of the box. i love poetry and hope to contribute my best to the field :)

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