You gave me a rose.
I showed it to my friends.
I hid it in my book,
Planted it on my pillow.
I gave you a vase-ful.
You didn't take care of them.
You didn't nurture them,
Until my gift was lost.
I cant get over how metaphorically charged those lines are.. and true. Oh, so very true.
*Translation of Fayrouz's Bektob ismak
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