A Pretty Flower That Smiles To Me
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Mohammad Skati
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A pretty flower that
I see it everyday
Smiling to me
Just to pick it immediately, but
I keep refusing to do it
Simply because I love
To see it smiling to me beautifully
On my way to my work...
I love to see it
Dancing wonderfully while
Resisting all Autumn's winds...
I love to smell it endlessly
Without any chance
To pick it
Even to myself...
I love to look at
All pretty flowers endlessly...
All pretty flowers display themselves
To us to love them endlessly
Although we know that
They will die
Sooner or later...
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