I'm like a flower in the Sahara Hard in harsh conditions I can't be soft when conditions are so hard The winds would break me I keep to myself in dry conditions I can't open up when conditions are so arid The sun would evaporate me Not to speak of the thirsty animals that lurk about looking for any source of water They would suck me dry and use me to salve their blisters But I am hard and tightly closed They won't suspect that I hold water They won't take advantage of me I'm not saying I prefer to be hard and closed If spring where to visit the Sahara, I would bloom soft open flowers and allow myself to away with the gentle winds while I absorbed the suns adoring rays of light I am waiting for the spring
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