Am I Offering? - Poem by Insaf Jaleel
Of what shall I write?
I like trees moving in the autumn breeze.
I like marveling at fecund fetters.
My arms outstretched,
Let flow the ink of my pen.
Let go of unanswered quibbles.
Am I offering?
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