It wasn’t a rose.
Just a wild flower among the spiky leaves.
But still
its wide petals were uncountable
with so many tiny insects living inside them
and for me
it was the flower that the Thathagatha

have smiled and touched
branding all flowers,
marking their depths,
saving them.

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