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I CANNOT SEND YOU THIS FLOWER

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zafrin.eng:

Many of them I saw, lying on concrete
Like yellow eyes winking at me,
Deformed by the busy passing feet.
But one I see, fresh in glee.

Calling me like you, pick up! pick me up!
Stuck me with pictures, now so blur,
Lost memories came, like you are.

Will get the flower?
All on a sudden, send it to you?
Frighten you with my love or ignorance?

But I passed it, left it alone
Like time passed me,
And left you nowhere
Neither hope nor forlorn.

Umme Atia Siddiqua:
Nice Writing.

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