the flower asking
me
what is your name...?
i am 'my name is ugly'
'o...
very good name
i like it'
beauty flower say
for me...
i am ' i did not
like my name'
flower say
' thats yours like
but i like your name
but i did not like you...'
i am so much feel
what can i do...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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