Silence
A poem
My 23rd, a solemn day,
even though
I rarely celebrate;
I was eager
to speak to you.
Oh how I closed my eyes
and visualized,
the happiness
on your beaming face.
My 23rd, a solemn day,
even though
I rarely celebrate;
I was eager
to speak to you.
Oh how I closed my eyes
and visualized,
the happiness
on your beaming face.
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