Uri Sharon from Haifa is addicted to the blooming of the flowers and respects the prohibition in the law to pick them, but to write about it - it is allowed, as it is said in the song of the poets:
"He who blesses every mouth is soft
and even if it is a tip of the iceberg -
He cherishes a flowery fragrance."
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and hence the implication:
You are my flower
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Your smile cuts like a knife in me.
The conqueror of the mountains and everything is yours.
I went out to graze in the fields of strangers.
From there I brought you bundles of strangers.
ב
The one bouquet of jasmine flowers.
I blushed in front of him. Who was a believer?
I only found his kind on Mount Harval,
And you didn't refuse to accept it either.
ג
The other barefoot stranger is Egged.
I also chose him, because he had the hed.
I brought this flower just for you,
But you chose the lilac flowers.
ד
I returned to the green mountain as always.
I brought a stranger from there to wear as a bracelet.
At this moment you returned to your smile.
Suddenly she disappeared. I didn't ask where.
ה
I returned home surrounded by strangers.
I brought them from the mountain tops.
Most of them are all wet from the dew.
I found you like this next to a vase.
ו
And then I also realized: you are a flower too.
I did not pick you. Actually a little...
I only wanted to wrap my room with you,
And you did not refuse, because I am allowed to pick!
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I enjoyed it!
Well done my dear friend Uri Sharon. Good morning to you. Have a lovely day my dear friend.