- Summoning my courage, i
Bow, smile and whisper,
“May i cut you, little flower?” - Standing near a flower
Of surpassing beauty,
Breathing in, breathing out,
Eventually, i murmur,
“If you’re meant to be cut,
Dear flower, then, kindly,
Cut yourself.”
Yacov Granot
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- Summoning my courage, i
Bow, smile and whisper,
"May i cut you, little flower?" - Standing near a flower
Of surpassing beauty,
Breathing in, breathing out,
Eventually, i murmur,
"If you're meant to be cut,
Dear flower, then, kindly,
Cut yourself."
Yacov Granot
