Happy Birthday
Standing before you... again, on the same place
facing the same face... a lot has changed, even the sweet smell of summer air
and yet your face is still as fair.
struck by the winter wind, weathered by the summer rain it is mine that has aged
and for all the pain i had to withstand
am i to be repaid by a touch of a cold hand
Beauty, do i deserve a look so stiff, as if struck by the morning frost?
but let this day not go to waste
let your hands pick the sad notes of the music that shall soon play
if tears are the cost, i shall gladly pay, i shall even call the rain on a summer's day
Look..., earth offered me cursed fruits
Damn them for setting my inner beings in agonizing disputes
say, AM I TO OFFER YOU GIFTS OR ARE YOU?
Argh, let this matter no longer pursue
I see that it cause you a lot pain
Stay, do not wander away
Remember though: when your beauty shifts from green to illuminant red
Look no further, i shall be found on thy flowers' bed
Maybe that tune you've been working on for so long shall be played
Would you then lean down and whisper kindly 'happy birthday' and gently kiss me on my forehead
And maybe... i shall whisper the same...
poem by Niy Bil
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