Is the rose naked?
or is that her only dress?
Why do we conceal the beauty of roots?
Who will unravel the secrets of your beauty?
When can one devour piece by piece
the mystery of your glance?
It mirrors awayfrom each glimpse
you cannot denounce by hiding
It mirrors away the meander path of poetry
but so long as these rhetorics reach you
let me dare to say:
acquaint me to your world
see if we fit
-savage poet--cyber grim--
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