17th: Birthday
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As midnight approached,
the full trip around the sun has finally reached its coast.
I bet you look gorgeous,
because everything about you is so precious.
The world is so beautiful to view,
because it has you.
Please wear your stunning smile,
and sing a birthday lullaby.
May you see your loved ones,
to celebrate your three-hundred thirty-six and twenty-three months.
Wishing the sun together with the moon shines at you brightly,
and may all your prayers be heard by the almighty.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
