The richest
most fertile soil
sits in my mind
why else
do you think
my hair is jasmine
blooming untamed vines
with the sweet scent of nectar
will you plant seeds of wisdom
in my most fertile land
fragrant and evergreen
or will you
take cuttings of my flowers
one by one
hoping they will take
and inspire greatness
in your own empty mind
where overgrown ivy
strangles spirit
will you nip my white buds
until you leave me barren
and dreamless
Words by Zoe Kassiotis
Illustration by Sascha Tan
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