Miss, Please! Poem by Amer Jag

Miss, Please!



Miss,
I would rip out of the ground
not one, but thousand
flowers, for your beauty.
Still, what kind of person would I be
if killing beauty to please another is my act?
Miss,
please do, imagine
thousand flowers in my arm -
make fragrance in your mind
sustainable over material!

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Amer Jag

Amer Jag

Zenica, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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