Leila Cankaya, narrative poetry
Friday, 3 January 2025
Yellow Flower by Leila Cankaya
A yellow flower on its branch
I leaned over and smelled it.
Its scent was worth a lifetime,
I said, can I come and see you sometime?
Like a relative, friend.
Will you wait for me there?
If a womanizer hasn't plucked you yet
To give you to his saucy girlfriend...
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