Miss, Please! - Poem by Amer Jag
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?
please do, imagine
thousand flowers in my arm -
make fragrance in your mind
sustainable over material!
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